In shadows deep where silence dwells,A whisper hums of ancient spells,The things that should not be take form,In twisted realms where night is born. Through fractured skies, their eyes ignite,A…
Poem: Through times unyielding Grace.
In the twilight of the year, when the veil grows thin, The spirits of old whisper, and the magic begins. From the mists of Tir na nÓg, they come to…
I’m piecing together fragments,With hands that tremble, and a mind that rages,Through the puzzle of my being,Each corner, holds a different story, Autism paints in vibrant hues,A world that hums…
