Just a short poem about the importance of dreams and ambitions.

In a world ruined by war which only men can fight, what roles are left for women and what remains to reinforce their identity as women?

On Hallow's Eve a lonley wanderer has the mischance to meet the Devil. Transfixed the vision of Hell he is confronted with he falls into it's depths only to meet a monstrous beast...

Out the darkness a wall of water swept me off my feet, I found myself floating on my back holding on for dear life with only two fingers amongst a foaming, bubbling mass of sea, helplessly watching as

I sit and gaze at the wondrous stars,

Mable sat and watched the World go by...