Columns by robert bolin, by newest first at All poetry

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The evil now rests in her hands by robert bolin
The voice of my new queen now fills the potent air of the Forest of death
With a romantic cry, That will never be forgotten, And as she brings our
She walked into the forest of death by robert bolin
She walked into the Forest of death
Needing to strike his evil soul with her own pain
When a poets mind becomes clouded with rage ( Evil draws him away from the wings of the dove ).. by robert bolin
Twas a cool night on October 16th, 1864
That brought my inner demons out to play