Brother. Dearest.

What a great poem, based on a great book.

The Princess Bard

Catherines poem for MichaelYou left me here all alone

Barely grown

And you have gone

Leaving me to go on

No more picnics

No more poems

No more smiles

No more home

I am the last of the family

That is it

Just me

Lonely

And crying

Part of my heart dying

With you not by my side

They said that you died

Without pain and without strife

But how can that be when someone ended your life

The knife to your heart

Also pierced mine

And no I am not fine

I am not okay

Though that is what they want me to say

My brother is dead

My dearest is gone

And I am left here all alone

With no will to go on

A poem for a girl who lost her beloved brother. The last of her family. A poem for Catherine. The sweet girl has never had it easy…

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My Fair Catherine – Now on Kindle

A wondrous tale of romance and monsters set in Victorian England. A fantastic read from this awesome author. Totally worth the small cost.

The Princess Bard

It’s here! My Fair Catherine – City of the Wiccad: Episode 2 is live on Amazon Kindle and ready for you to download and enjoy.

You can download it here for Kindle

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Growing up Catherine never believed in fairy tales or horror stories. Yet, at sixteen Catherine discovered she did not need to believe in something for it to be a danger to her and those she loved. After defeating a murderous ghost, she thought the supernatural world was done with her.
When Catherine meets a handsome man with a troublesome reputation her normal life begins to unravel. Dark forces claim her beau is not free to love her, and it brings a string of terrible murders to her door.
Will her ignorance of the supernatural world, again, leave her in danger as a new threat targets her?
Catherine believes in ghosts. She believes that a woman can be a…

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True death

Death. One word, a mere five letters that when arranged in this unique way can collectively mean more than almost any others. In part this is because whilst the word in part defines a definitive event, the end of life, it is also intangible, indescribable and unknowable.

Death has affected us all, at least indirectly and we each know that death will one day also touch us directly. For whilst what we know as life is tenacious, it is also fleeting and extremely fragile.

For many, lucky to be young enough and healthy enough to not be expecting death there is little reason to fear death lurking, but as the simple fear of the unknown generally defines fear, and ultimately, regardless of science or religion, death is the ultimate unknown, the fear never truly ceases to exist.

If one enquires one may discover much regarding death. There is much written on the topic, and no one need look for it as one will inevitably encounter it nearby in strangers, and loved ones and eventually in oneself.

We can potentially lament the fact that of all those who have gone before us unto death, not one has left us a comforting tale, nor even simple knowledge of what to expect, and therein lies the inherent problem. One could argue that many pronounced dead have returned with tales, but these cannot be trusted either, and one could even argue that anyone dead and revived, is not truly dead. There appears to be no return from true death.

Beyond the fear of the word, is the fear of the event, for oneself, and for everyone else. But what of the who? Is there such a thing? Is death also an entity of some kind. If so, death is clearly beyond our understanding. Perhaps though, there are clues, previously unnoticed insights into the intangible and indescribable that can make death knowable?

Personally I am only aware of one such insight and it only allowed one person one small aspect of understanding. It potentially shows that death is indeed knowable, but only so far as to allow a few meagre words that attempt to describe what seemingly will always be intangible, but this time not from the point of view of one experiencing near death, but via the living and talks of death from death’s point of view.

To be continued…