He has been traveling for days. The Gray Forest was treacherous. He used his sword to cut his way through the mingled trees that formed a wall between him and what he was looking for. He had heard rumors...

Loved her before I saw her. How can I not? Loved her mother before her. Not because she was hot. Certainly not. Loved her because she is she. before I did see. Loved her as much as she loved me. Don't ask me why? Loved her because she is...

I love to live here on the edgeperched high upon this ledgebetween then and now...between when and how Living out these poetic dayshiding quietly in this hazewith dipped pen in handready to make my last stand For I do so love...

she is the beacon of my inclination a breeze that impales me quirky yet... cool how I wish to woo her take her away as for me who might I be? simply a hunched back freak! oh Beatrix why can't I be the man of your dreams? if only I was...