Creative Writing & Poetry
Hush Listen to the wind; It’ll tell you a secret, Would you be willing to hear. Hush And close your eyes; Time has come to
Near the outskirts of Hazen, on a train platform long out of operation, two figures found refuge from the snow. The roof of the platform
Many moons past, and many oceans crossed There stood a lady; Destiny, she was called. She was fair and kind, but also vicious and scary;
There was once a boy Living alone in a cottage; Lit by candles and oil lamps In mind a dream and a plan. There was
I walk and I walk A destination I cannot see; I look and I search A remnant does not exist. I breathe in and then
There was once a madman A ruler of the stars God of all which is forsaken. There was once a man wearing a crown Withered
Michal Rotko 