DrearyNightWritings

Throughout my life, I’ve found myself fascinated by imagery; this much has remained unchanged. To allow one’s mind to travel such distances where great kingdoms are forged and the common man weeps in a darken hole, waiting to be executed, to the king’s spies and the gowns and crowns worn by queens, and the enemies they keep, to the battles fought on open ground when all hope was lost, to the knight’s chivalrous hand, and the open road where a bird’s warble ends the day.