28

Feb

by clay

How the soldiers fall, whose god and faith is the Czar.
The Czar is angry:  let us die, and make the Czar happy. – Adam Mickiewicz

5

Feb

by clay

I’ve allowed myself to be seduced by things that glitter along the path, not fully realizing that not all things that glitter are gold.

4

Feb

by clay

Where are you headed and how will you get there? And what does it matter in the end, the prince and the pauper travel different roads to reach the same end, buried six feet beneath cold earth, food for the worms and a silent eternity.