This Isle

By Scott Bailey © 2014 Red the blood That flooded the plains Of the green valleys and hills Where children still lay White the bleached bones Of warriors old Who died for their lords Defending high homes Blue is the blood Of those who command With wires of constraint And tradition’s grey chains

What’s that Noise?

Behind the door? Was it something moving? Someone? Just ignore it. Dive back under the covers, carry on reading… Thirteen Tales of Ghosts By Scott Bailey A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Other are not. Some scare, some are […]


By Scott Bailey © 2014 I have seen giants Striding over the land Power on their shoulders Stern and strong their hand Never do they falter Never seen one stumble or fall Always do their duty Always answer the call Through storm and wind and rain The carry their burden true Though other links may […]


By Scott Bailey © 2018 Priests Determining the will Of their god Deciding Which lives will be sacrificed To keep it from failing And flailing its limbs in a frenzy That will crash and smash The mighty of the land So the weak are thrown To its lack of mercy To spend their blood At the […]