Eile MacIntyre
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Nascerà (Be Born)A Poem by Eile MacIntyreAnother attempt at a poem with some Italian in it. |
Sleeper in the HollowA Poem by Eile MacIntyre |
HideA Poem by Eile MacIntyre |
CrashesA Poem by Eile MacIntyre |
BurnA Poem by Eile MacIntyre |
Lightning in the SandA Poem by Eile MacIntyre |
Blood ChildA Story by Eile MacIntyreBorn as the result of a Viking raid, Eostre is shunned because of her half blood and bright golden hair. Then one day she is cast away and a bounty is.. |
Here IA Poem by Eile MacIntyre:P |
I Love How...A Poem by Eile MacIntyre |
Someone's SonA Poem by Eile MacIntyreThis is hard for me to describe. |