The Ramblings of Sorcery
Spell me the future young wit
Show me so that I can see what I make of it
Do not concern yourself on what you transmit
It is I who holds the the keys to the split
Yes the false past I do flit
Back with you to the pit
New-age poetry for the odd at heart now with Short Stories
Search this site
Pages
Recent Posts
Sponsors
| M | T | W | T | F | S | S |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| « Sep | ||||||
| 1 | 2 | |||||
| 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |
| 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |
| 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 |
| 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |