Many stories live within me, For their treasures I do seek. Tales of great beasts with wings of gold; Trials and tribulations of the ancients of old. I am the knight that charges the dragon’s den. I am the starving artist with a frenzied pen. More than that, I am a vessel to serve Those great wonders of which I do not deserve. Those words, like sweet dripping poison, guide my hand towards creation; And like mayflies they die victims of time and rumination.













