History repeats Stories

Not all witches are ugly. That may sound like an odd thing to say, but it carries a certain truth. When we were young, it was easy to tell the good from bad. Villains were easy to spot. Witches were ugly, robbers wore a mask and monsters looked like monsters. Con men would invariably sport a long thin moustache, constantly sharpening the tips between finger and thumb. The people we could trust were just as easy to find. P...

Ashes fall upon glazed eyes, long stilled Concealing blood and bones, a carnage landfill Right and wrong, causes and convictions all dead and gone Warriors from opposing sides, together rot, entirely forgot The past is covered, a carpet thick in grey Entombing all morals as it may Time births a fresh foundation, An unsuspecting generation Truth and lies trampled by innocent soles Every stride made is history as it’s laid...