The dark water is deep and cold,
With monster legends, brave and old.
The castle ruins guard the shore,
Where ancient clans went out to war.
The mist is thick upon the glass,
As silent, swimming shadows pass.
A beauty mixed with sudden dread,
A place to walk with quiet tread.
Oliver is a poet of the highlands, writing extensively about local folklore, myth, and the absolute magic of the Scottish landscape. His verses are misty, atmospheric, and deeply rooted in the historical battles and romances...
The purple blooms across the moor,Outside my little cottage door.The wind sweeps through the rugged brush,And breaks the...
My grandmother’s hands are stories, creased like pages worn by years, holding prayers beside the window, hiding every...
The castle walls are hidden deep,Where all the ancient legends sleep.The green vines wrap the towers tight,Against the...
Olusegun Ajayi
I am in love with your sweet rhymes. They never feel forced, they flow naturally.