Eyes are darting left, at the filling docks beyond but
I stare to the right where the vast
terrain slopes toward the peak of the gods.
The peak is tarnished onyx, scorched with
red anger leaking from the top, slow and steady.
The grime started dusting the air, leaving
a layer of it on my tan skin, but I hold one hand
up and shield baby from breathing it in.
How can those days wondrous be forgotten,
days when you on me poured your affection?
Didn’t you treat me as if I were your son?
Speaking about his published novel entitled โKingโs Signetโ, the author, who lives in North Carolina, says it was initially intended to be a short story for a fantasy magazine. โThat was in 2018. But I kept on getting ideas while writing other pieces, so what was supposed to be a short story turned into a novel which I finally published in June this year,โ he tells us.
