ATONEMENT
A risk too ominous to bare With fierce, poetic adventure He leapt in a far-away woodland With imperial reign
PENNED IN INK, THE PARAGRAPHS DRAFTED IN PROSE & PRONOUNS
I always composed verses in poetry ever since I could conjure the memory of my youth - where the sentences sounded like music and every breath smelled like choruses.
THE ANCHORAGE
There came the fiery lough In a cavern not too far away I retreated to the firth of your benign anchorage
