I stand amidst the clocks of lifeWaiting, for the time to strikeThe time is here, the wind has blown,Alas! It's gone - as fate has shown.The gusts of ..
I awoke to the sound of a thousand bullets exploding and ripping through the air around my head, mixed with sergeants shouting orders and the harrowin..
RegretsBy: Douglas SumnerThe old man walks down a dusty old roadAnd regrets the reason for his iron clad loadThe sands of forever will continue to tak..