By: Linda M. Crate petals of my joy have been burned away from me you were an inspiration to become a better person, but you were a fraud not the moralistic wholesome christian man you made me believe you were;…

By: Linda M. Crate the white raven knows darkness it kissed her in the form of a silver serpent pretending to be a wolf loyal and true; his intentions a little more sinister than she cares to remember untrue and…