Lewis Dowell, III Poems

Poeticus Visionae

Warring powers, winter's eve
Mega visions taking leave,
Horror nights, steady hands
Wasteful demons, barren lands,... more »

The Formative Years

In olden days when the banks were full
And the gulfs caressed a gilded moon,
The harvest of the sands would play a tune,
The keepers of the village... more »

The Darkest Night

The keeper of the shadows knows my name,
He awaits me at the gates,
The pathway there is a lonely one,
One travels this road alone;... more »

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