Of The Critter Cradle – Paperback

Thus, be a time when demonic hounds used to be puppies, when gryphons of the Light used to be little gryphlets. How they grew up so differently in the Darkness than in the light. These tales are from so long ago they are no longer legends-they are myths. Thus this be a Myth of the Critter Cradle!

Stories that bleed through pages

Love should last ages

Until Death do them part

Death the destruction of heart

Bleeding of souls,

Bloodletting goals

To bleed and cheer

Blood sweat and tear,

An evil symphony,

Under Death’s tyranny

Letting the blood rain.

So, some may gain

Title and power

Dancing in the bloody shower.

Caught in a sad winter storm

Never again to be warm.

When will we learn

That our turn

Has come to pass.

We all are broken like glass.

So many frozen in their screams.

Thus, the true beginning of broken dreams.