Lyrical Ramblings

Poetry is for the young, the foolish – the idealistic among each generation. Poetry is for the old, the wise – the realist of past generations. Poetry is the songs of our souls.John Elderberry thought he knew who he was and where he came from... until he found himself lost in a town that should not be. Monsters may snarl or smile, but all of them seek whom they may devour. John fights for his life but is losing his mind and soul. He realizes that dying within would be a fate worse than death. He must survive... even if he must perish.