All night long in lamentations she walks the murky water’s edge it seems she’s lost her precious babies, she desperately reaches down to dredge the cold and black abysmal waters of the swamp that took their lives she wails and howls for all to hear…

Journal Entry 247 I came across a legend, They looked to be like toadstools Homes for fae the size of shoes Too large to be normal mushrooms. My colleague saved me from disaster, Had I given in my toes would shatter For these were hard…

The tale of Crane Hill An old Military post located in the bay An old war room, updated with radar and sonar The echoing halls of a retired war zone Here the natives laid Slain by disease and Conquistador Here the soldiers died Blood spilled…