The Foundling: Second

Adelen stared into the bed of ferns for a long few seconds. The child was asleep. Wisps of dark hair fell over his forehead, the evening sun gleaming on his olive-tinted skin. Snuggly swaddled in a rough, brownish cloth, the baby seemed perfectly comfortable. Soft hiccups -- the sound that had stopped Adelen on the … Continue reading The Foundling: Second

Hope

Winds are wailing, clouds are sailing On a black and roaring sea Where pain and crying, death and dying Are the only certianty Life is fading, shadows shading Every flame now fades away But day will spring, and with it bring The silver blade of dawn's first ray