Tales from the Dark Caves

Come 'round, night's edge draws ever near
Gray twilight gathers dark and drear.
The air grows brittle, howling, and cold,
So heed these tales arcane and old.

From beneath the mountains, where magic thrives;
From burrows dark, heartless, and dry;
From the hearts of shining, brave and tall;
These stories fair and foul may crawl.

So gather 'round this hearth of stone,
And listen now as these tales are sewn.
Unwind beside warm and crackling flames,
For these are the Tales from the Dark Caves.

(This is an anthology of fantasy poems, short stories, ballads, and epics. Cover art by Daphne Hutcheson)