A prince In his own time. Blond and proud The world his oyster. The throne awaited him Or so he was told. Absorbed in fantasies Of being more than he then was. He dreamed Of being a king. Grey clouds…
Monthly Archives: November 2012
Lighthouse
There never was a formal exchange. No passing of a baton. No palming of the keys. One day I chose to leave that warm and cosy room. And ventured up the winding stairs, Ascending, clockwise. As time itself marched on.…
The Sapling
There’s a sapling That’s been growing in my garden. For quite some time. It seems weak. Fragile. And bare. It has nothing to offer. Nothing to give. The grass around it grows tall and wild. It can’t be tamed, coaxed…
| Avengers: Age of Ult… on #6: The Avengers | |
| Legend | Corzies on #5: Warrior | |
 | toddfisk on Cornie Corzie #3 |
 | Anne Chambers on Corny Corzie #1 |
 | google advertising p… on Edge of Tomorrow |
Corzies 