Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia

Send the Next Foe On

I have walked that Razor’s Edge—
Stared into the Face of Death—
I have witnessed things best left unsaid—
Stumbled to my feet again

I have walked among Hell’s Flames—
Heard the Nightmares shriek my name—
I’ve ran out of people that I could blame—
So I had to blame myself

I have smelled the Smoke and felt the Dark—
I’ve felt my Mind slowly begin to split apart— ...

The Raven: A Parody

Once upon an afternoon so dreary, with my body weak and weary,
The eyes all red and bleary with watching for the mail;
Hoping that the post would bring me, something calculated to spring me
From my doldrums and the things we endure from broken dreams—
From the cold emptiness that echoes from the shades of broken dreams—
All this I wished and more.

I spoke aloud to the evening air each line I’d written with ...