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HERE THERE BE DRAGONS

written by: RayFed

@MrRayFed

 

There be dragons here.

Upon the hill and the top of trees and sliding along the horizon.
It is more than a mortal mind should bear should I shut my eyes and bind them?
In the depths of the deep, they rumble and roar, their tails whip strong a tempest.
And the boats and men that cannot swim are taken down and encompassed.

There be dragons here.

Like the shapes of wolves and serpents foul, that play out upon the moor. They howl and hiss with an evil breath that I've smelt mists under the door.
And I keep their story and I keep their song, they don't bother with this old man.
They seek the dreams of infant screams to feast in their demand.

There be dragons here.

I am the keeper of their souls.
Let loose from a young man's folly.
I alone know the horrible truth.
they will devour the world.

RayFed

RayFed

I've always been a jack of all trades. I've been a poet, author, social commentator, comedian, online gamer, pod cast host, and Youtuber. I've had a class A license to drive semi truck over the road. I've worked as a chef, manager and all kitchen positions in hundreds of restaurants over the years. I've traveled in Mexico, Canada and through 37 of the 50 states. I've been a volunteer firefighter in Florida, where I grew up. I've fished the waters of the Gulf of Mexico and saw the far distant coast line of Cuba before its recent opening to the west. I've married, had 4 kids, divorced, got CKD stage 6 (end stage renal failure) Survived a stroke, mild heart attack, MRSA, blood clots and now chronic heart failure. Fully disabled and home bound, the internet is my social outlet, and window on the world. I go to dialysis three times a week, I watch movies, play video games and chat with people on social media. Writing is my catharsis for a life that is now spent measuring the time I have left, less the tomorrows that may never be.
RayFed

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