As the fire burns through the field, They moved north over the land. In the treacherous mountains that would not yield, They still felt victory close at hand. In never never land where time stands still, The tide swelling it secretly crept in. And like a storm breaking they crashed on the hills. A bugle …
Author Archives: John Robert
Somewhere in Between
The Beginning or the End, Or is it somewhere in between. Convincing my Soul to mend, But what does that truly mean. With my eyes I have seen, True horrors, I must defend, Trapped somewhere in between. Left alone, all alone to fend. Taking a life is never clean. But what does it all mean? …