About this blog

Welcome to my online lair
Judged and jilted from unjust and just
And I wonder from despair
How many souls are lost

Believer in a God that sees
Guides and guards, giver of gifts
I appreciate the gift of trees
The north side dutifully mossed

A creature previous of darkness known
Harassed, was hounded, high up the hill
Repented when was hellfire shown
Of captives who were tossed

Both lover and fighter and painter and brother
Knowing innumerable numerical nils
Poet and swordsman, in a bloody grace cover
Of a Catholic Crossed