I am naught but a humble scribe, here to write to write that which inspires me and what my God wills me to. My friends are my family, for I am an orphan on this Earth. My hand has penned works of poetry and literature for fourteen summers (fifteen on the eighteenth on May). Since joining the ranks of Freshman have found encouragement for my writings as well as many other authors who works I hope will be renowned. I try to write with the same passion that I feel in my heart and soul and paint the words through my quill and ink onto the blank canvas that is parchment. I humbly thank those who have enjoyed my works, and understand if you abhor my work with your very being. My quill is empty, and my ink-bottle has run dry, so for now I bid you a fond farewell.
Dearest Regards,
William Æbrynn Edgedale
Post Script,
Do you carry the Rose that is red, or the pure white of new-fallen snow, or rather the bleak depth of darkness that is the rose of black?
Post, Post script,
For all of my poems published before "I Will Always", when reading them, please break them into four line stanzas with a rhyming scheme of ABCB. I have only recently learned how to format them correctly (Thanks to Arianna). And some of my poems on this website have been edited (Credit to Lauryn Elizabeth). If, for some odd reason, you wish to read the originals, please send me a message and I will give you a copy.
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