It's a sin that somehow light is changing to shadow And casting its shroud over all we have known Unaware how the ranks have grown, driven on by a heart of stone We could find that we're all alone in the dream of the proud
Friday, September 12, 2008
Right Back Out
Sent "What the Sea Sends" to Weird Tales. They only publish a few poems, but what the heck. Nothing ventured nothing gained.