literary luminary

By: Ryan Moran


The hours crawled by like years.

his face burnt like a brand .


The landlords red- lipped daughter Dumb as a dog he listened.

And he kissed the waves in the moonlight.


Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.

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His face was white and peaked. His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy hay.