A Postscript

I was writing an e-mail, and an idea overtook me. My nom-de-plume? No mask I wear.Though it’s a name I choose to bear,revealed to me within a dream—a fearful dream—I would redeem,what did remain when I did wake,this name, I think it right to take;I seek Heaven and dream of Hell,so are these tales I … Continue reading A Postscript