The story of how justice and righting wrongs do happen when we least expect
I should wish only for a darker night
than the last
so as we are covered
blind and invisible
to make our perfect escape.
The Department is located in Whitehall, approximately six floors below ground level, in a sprawling maze of corridors known as the Rabbit Warren.
A game of chess twixt black and white
Thrust and repost left and right.
A pawn is sacrificed to the knight.
The bishop moves two to the right
Backed up by the queen a frightful sight.
Constrained by the un seen power
Locked away hour upon hour
Reaching out for help with every pour
Demanding more, more and more
Knowing not which way to turn for the best
He went to John's house. They had so much racing each other at the park. John was a good baseball pitcher too. No luck. No one home. How come?
It did provide Daniel with a sense that life was and would continue to be a shit storm for which he had no umbrella.
Thunder gods grow older; their lightning bolts grow dim.
My father towered over me; now I’m taller than him.
Now time has turned him from a god into a wizened elf
Before I get going I would like to point out that it was the lovely Linda Wigzell Cress who got me into this.