by J.Y. Frimpong They said she hid in the cupboard, they also said she wore a white bridal dress, they equally said she was the scariest...
Fairest among all, how Then can such be called the Dark lady? You have a skin as fair as snow But blessed with a soul as...
This poem is also dubbed “THE RE-CREATION OF LUCIFER” As I had promised him before, A tale called “The Re-creation of Lucifer” Positing from the egocentric...
EVEN for my age, I knew Miss Jean was wildly beautiful. I am sure my father had the same opinion about her, my mother on the...
From the forbidden fruit Came man’s perpetual suffering. From the Eden we lost To the disobedience of our mother, Eve And from the foolishness Of our...
My bride is in the mortuary! Her love was pure. She wants me back but I don’t She is dead and gone. Leave me alone oh...
