The Princess and the Paladin
Part I The Paladin returned one morning to a piece of dreadful news. It was the kind of tidings that kept him from the pews. For though a knight and champion, he was first…
Tag: Michael Haldas
Templerock: A Tale From the Annals of the Prophet
Something moved. I sat up slowly, afraid that abruptly stirring the murky darkness might give life to my fears, and looked around. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? There was nothing but the pitch…
The Strange Gift
It’s a special gift she told me. Make sure you treat it with great care. Endure it with love patiently. Most people will not understand. You’ll feel like you’re going nowhere, like you’re cycling endlessly …
The Locket
"Jonathan!" Mary cried and shot up, instantly clutching at her chest for the locket that was no longer there. The large room around her was completely silent, except for the rain lightly tapping against the…
The Sweet Bitterness of Autumn
I love the Autumn season, when sweet death is in the air. Not the kind that brings pain and sorrow, nor the kind that brings despair; but that which points to something, beautiful not yet…
Autumn Dreams
Sweet melancholy, hangs in the air, visions of colors and dance.Wild lands, mountains, rivers to cross.Not yet! No! Take that chance.Crisp smelling leaves fall to the ground, gliding through the woods.Adventures, new chances, the ominous…
Transcending
Ocean waves lapping on a lonely shore;they cause deep stirrings within.My soul drifts toward this natural call,and I move from a place herein.The wind through the trees when leaves are no more;whispers of something unspoken.It…
The Great Tree
I looked up at the tree, so much bigger than me.Its branches spread wide,for all who would see. So big and so tall, higher than them all;strength fresh and still green;many felt its call. There…
World of Image
We live in a world of image. Whose we no longer know.We used to discern the truth. But that seems long ago.It’s funny what we confuse, for an enlightened mind.Amassing information, but leaving critical thinking…
The Gatekeeper
I came to the gate, it was very late.The flower was in my hand.So beautiful and bright, it gave off a light,but then came his reprimand. “What is it you bring? What is that thing?It’s…