The only defense I can put up in times of vulnerability is an icy mask…

The next day show how erroneous they think.

A short story based on medieval times.

Poem of deceit.

Inspired by Sweeney Todd and Jack the Ripper.

For some people work is a chore – it is that one thing that you must attend for a certain number of days in a year and in return you were given acceptable levels of coinage in order to cover your expenses. For Sai Rook this was not the case – his entire life was his job. Every day he would follow a routine that involved caring for one of the most important people in Holy Lands. Nothing ever changed, he was paid handsomely but never got any free time in which to spend it but that did not matter; his job was his life but that did not mean it was easy.

The youngest Prince of Highridge was not a man who sailed through life with ease, but instead was a man who cut through it with a sword, usually creating chaos in his wake.
For such a man, a Prince, rules are nothing but suggestions from higher up that he do as he is told but that seldom occurs.

With the benefit of hindsight, the poet attempts to take a peep into the incoming millennium. In his dilemma,he, like Biblical Simeon, decides to keep his fingers crossed.

Some people need to just stop pretending; admit they are weak, lazy and irresponsible. Stop the pretense of being strong, caring and decisive leaders, be it on the job or in the homes.

A poem written at the height of one of my worst bouts of depression.