By harvest moon,  the demons came With sacks and knives, their lust profane Choosing all the golden best They tore them from their beds of rest Scarecrow dared not make a sound And hugged his post set in the ground Of the crime, he'd never...

Before We Die before we die, we must be sure to read the book of longing .. maybe together under an ancient yet still white foaming quilt and with a rogue bough tapping against our well steamed up bedroom window .. for I know that you...

His voice is often like velvet.Soft and fine.Whenever he opens his mouth to speak. His words and tone is never bleak.When he sings,angels above hear it.And invite him into Heaven early. They find his voice beautiful.Whether talking or singing.Doesn't matter. Once,twice.Even if...