Comments about Sashka Salvatore
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time of timid mists and snows
Lay a hill so woebegone,
The qualms and anguish it had brought
Had all his torments done.
Down thorny roads his feet did tour, blistered, bare,
‘Twas a vast and opaque night
Lit not by faerie children’s care
But tortures of this knight.