Note: An edited version of one of my earliest attempts at poetry, a bit of dark humor. Me lads, I’ll dance, I’ll dance for ye, Before Judge Marion’s pole, Dance like a man with a doddery leg, Who’s never been
Note: Last edited 2/3/18. A fantasy poem about a bit of my unifying world, set in its far past. Darkness fills this land once bright, And light escapes mortal sight. Man wanders through desert long. This land knows not right