Poems

THE VOICE OF THE VOICELESS

I am a product of divine prophecy and a fulfilment of God’s promise. I am the axe that cuts down the evil tree. I am the wind that parts the dark waters. I am the shining light that resists the terrors of the night. I am the warrior that never falters or falls in battle.

A PICTURE OF LONDON IN WINTER

There is nowhere like Londinium. The heart of the world beating right there before the warmth of an open big red faggot-popping hot log fire. It burns cosily in the giant old halls which lie behind those ancient walls in the ice cold snow and winds of winter.