....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...

A scuffle of hooves thundered up the path
t'was Sinderella from the Shire of Bath...

Collaborations all welcome.....
A secret castle lies deep in a shire...

..of man's lost war, I sail my boat,
to live and keep my hopes afloat...

A scent that blossoms every Christmas time
brings thoughts of when we’d sit around the tree...

ALFRED!!!....
Right she's here...

Memoirs of my manic mentality
scratches denial, deeply into my skin...

A violin are her vocals.
For her lips speak no words, nor lyrics heard...

tree flakes swirl the air
golden kisses of autumn...

Secrets are kept quiet
Alcohol loosens dry mouths...

the chapter of our story
took a turn for the worse...

The times we had and stories that we shared,
when I did almost drown in waters deep...