Empire of Whimsy

In this tempestuous Spring I'm spinning untethered, buffeted and way off course, of course.  These searing winds bring new beginnings,  ...

 It calls to me at night. The soothing hush is no match, for the draw of the same pulse and roar. It mesmerises with its might. And I might,...

This verdant,  windswept spit of land Ringed around with golden sands Tended by MecLir 's right hand Where magic makes its final sta...

We all sing the songs of souls lost at sea and preserve in musical amber memories. But what of the land-bound in fishermen’s towns, ...