Chaucer has got the game in a head lock in Canterbury.

A poem to the one I love.

A young man is shown the gruesome side of this Earth. The monsters of our realm are all make believe to some, but then there are others…The one’s who can see. These are the one’s who defend. They keep us from paranormal harm’s way as much as they can. This is the story of one young man’s journey into the concealed mysteries of our own planet.

A young man is shown the gruesome side of this Earth. The monsters of our realm are all make believe to some, but then there are others…The one’s who can see. These are the one’s who defend. They keep us from paranormal harm’s way as much as they can. This is the story of one young man’s journey into the concealed mysteries of our own planet.

A story from the middle-ages.

Death follows everyone from childhood. Yet, one has to go forward until his/her last breathe, hoping to achieve something.

A knight found himself in a dungeon. But he was on a secret mission for his king and had to escape! The Foureyed Poet.

I guess this poem needs no introduction because the title says it all. It’s a simple poem written about a knight who dies saving his love.

A dead knight becomes a source of food for a group of carrion scavengers in these two grizzly ballads.

A Story with Lances.