By Carrie Connel-Gripp The blue-white charge of magic coursed through the rope woven with silver and gold threads and the hair of the king’s four daughters. Geradonis paced on the west side of the pyre. As the Harvest Moon rose from behind the hills in front of him, the great orb of the sun descended … Continue reading Capture the Flame
By Dr. Imbesat There is that beautiful mountain I can climb, See and feel the air moving the pine, I know all that I see is mine. Have to be strong, Keep moving on, The dreams have breathed a new dawn.