Andrew Durbin : Writing

The Maid of the Wood

The Maid of the Wood

A Poem by Andrew Durbin


Great were the trees of the forest around me; White were the clouds that were rolling on high. Still were the creatures I knew did surround me, Wa..
Dark World

Dark World

A Poem by Andrew Durbin


Far past the peaks of cold Stygian mountains,Far beyond oceans where black waters roll,Lies a dark place from which all despair fountains,That sickens..
The Blind Man

The Blind Man

A Poem by Andrew Durbin


Attend me well. A tale I tell. My wisdom I impart. Though blind I be, I still can see What lies within your heart. When I was young, ..
The Demon Within

The Demon Within

A Poem by Andrew Durbin


As writers and poets, I'm sure we've all felt like this.
Dreams

Dreams

A Poem by Andrew Durbin


There are times, between asleep and awake, when it can be difficult to tell the difference between a dream....and a nightmare.

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