Author: Kurama

Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow,   With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low,   As if his mouth were full of […]

‘It was a glorious victory, wasn’t it?’ said the White Knight, as he came up panting. ‘I don’t know,’   Alice said doubtfully. ‘I don’t want to be anybody’s prisoner. I want to be a Queen.’   ‘So you will, when you’ve crossed the next brook,’ said the White Knight.   ‘I’ll see you safe […]

‘Elves’ knew. A huge strike was coming. Since ‘Mordor’ threatened. To step up attacks.   On the capital, Kyiv. About a week ago. Many spent nights. In underground shelters.     “For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding […]

“For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.   And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light: In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is […]

“For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.   And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light: In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is […]

“For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.   And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light: In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is […]

“For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.   And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light: In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is […]

“For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.   And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light: In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is […]

“For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.   And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light: In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is […]

“For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.   And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light: In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is […]