Kristie Raburn Poet Blank verse

The Written Page

I have written myself into a web of madness;
where hideous creatures troll the dark streets,
where angel wings fan the souls of the newborn,
where pirates sail on traitorous seas,
and young maidens seek safety in the chapels of God.
Adventure, fantasy, faith all tumble upon the written page.

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James Horn August 1, 2019 at 4:17 PM Into the form of endlessness which you will always miss even when it becomes loneliness.

David Mchattie May 2, 2019 at 11:34 PM Staring at a blank page and hours later there is something of value that has been written is truly exciting to me. Let your imagination fly. Have a good day.