The Willow Tree

Let me be a small while longerHere, by the old Willow tree,While I sing my song and danceAnd my soul goes wandering free.For this is were my sweetheart dwelt,Here by the old Willow tree,As she danced like leaves upon the windAnd she sang her love for me. But alas, she walks this earth no longerHer…

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The Wildlings

Do not go where the wildlings creepWhen the night is dark and the forest deep. Do not walk the paths they tread - Ones they mark with the stench of dread..Do not sing a wildling’s songWhen the sun is low and shadows long. Do not watch a wildling danceNo, do not look and do not…

The Coffee Shop

Once upon a long forgotten back alley of town, there lies a coffee shop. It is a very unremarkable little coffee shop with a very unremarkable old name - and that is, if you could even call ‘Leah’s Coffee’ a name. It’s even built in a way that almost entirely deprives it of sunlight on…

I Wish

I wish, I wish, with all of my heart,Wherever we are, we're never apart -Through grasslands and oceans and small mountain streamsYou're here, you're home, in my arms and my dreams.I wish, I wish upon a lonely star I'll cross many mountains to be where you are,In life, in death and time's final song,We shall…

Professor CH – 1: Asok

Let me be a small while longer Here, by the old Willow tree, While I sing my song and dance And my soul goes wandering free. For this is were my sweetheart dwelt, Here by the old Willow tree, As she danced like leaves upon the wind And she sang her love for me. But…

NaNoWriMo Announcement:

Now that NaNoWriMo is upon us, I'd have an announcement to make. This friendly neighbourhood blogger is participating in her first NaNo ever - and my project for the year is titled 'Professor'. I'll be sure to keep posting completed chapters up here. I hope you like my first attempt at a novel of any…

The Night Owl

And here sits a night owl in the dark, With a mug of coffee and some music, Finally at peace from the bustle of the day. The noise, the people, the expectations Have long become a much awaited silence. The only movement in the room Is the rustle of movement from a sleeping pet dog,…