Niche of Time
Well, for a start, this shall be the home for my Biographical Inventory of Books. After that, who knows?
Friday, June 19, 2026
Krezdorn!
Far in the dim of
a summer's eve
I seem to see,
past the shadow's weave,
On the verge of
sight
A distant light
Sifting through
the murmuring trees.
Krezdorn--magic
Krezdorn--
Where the mystic
wizards weave--
Krezdorn--faery
Krezdorn--
In the Land of
Make-Believe!
In the gloom of
the noon of an autumn day
I seem to hear,
as the dead leaves play,
The fading knell
Of a crystal bell
In the wind where
the bare trees groan and sway.
Krezdorn--eldritch
Krezdorn--
Where the fauns
and satyrs play--
Krezdorn--mythic
Krezdorn--
Full of wandering
dreams astray!
Many years ago I saw the name Krezdorn Street in the phonebook and thought what a good name that was for an over-the-top, goofy, somewhat twee fantasy land. This poem was the result.














