The Guardian

I stand at the edge of the world -- my world. Waiting. For what? I don't know. I never know what may be coming. What darkness may be lurking in the shadows of the trees. What evil may be creeping toward my fortress as dusk approaches. There is no way to know what may happen. …

Evening and Morning

The sun is dipping lower Into the darkened night

Excelsior

Through life and death And every breath