The Wild spirit of Lakeview
Percussive rain, drives hard and fast Against the cold, window glass, As hostile winds, howl through The deserted buildings, at Lakeview. So desolate, this place, in the night Bearing under winter’s blight And through the day, such animation As Ilka and Karina, in confrontation. Conflict of ego in angry conceit… Oh, a peaceable place this Read More