In the style of John Milton Oh, cursed day! When all that filled us with life and goodness became confusion and wondering. In ignorant bliss we lived but now to death we usher; for love of that which we did not know drove us to walk where we were forewarned not to tread. Oh, beautiful …
When beauty fills the eye and encases mind The will to put pen to pad is oft hard to find. The moment is too peaceful and perfect And words would but distract, From that which beckons calm to soul and ceasing to act. So instead I absorb; the moment passes by And is lost but …
Lasgaleth had seldom been out at sea, and never on such a grand and refined vessel as the Morning Sailor. Though finding sleep on a rocking hammock in the hold with all the creaking, scraping and screeching was nigh impossible at first, the rest of the day was pleasant enough. Late in the morning of the …
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