Death’s black wing 7th Sep 2019 / Rugby Lion rhdr By day and night I was alone inside. Everyone, seemed lost, betrayed, used and sold. Shedding the visible dark, I found what is lowly and beautiful with existence. A splendid fire, to nourish the skies, the wind and the labour of words. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...