#travails

if misandry is real why do I have to keep hearing about what the same 4 menzo men are doing 🤨

I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. A long it was and weary way. The gloomy cave of Desperation I left on th' one, and on the other side The rock of Pride. And so I came to fancy's meadow strow'd With many a flower: Fain would I here have made abode, But I was quicken'd by my hour. So to care's copse I came, and there got through With much ado. That led me to the wild of Passion, which Some call the wold; A wasted place, but sometimes rich. Here I was robb'd of all my gold, Save one good Angell, which a friend had ti'd Close to my side. At length I got unto the gladsome hill, Where lay my hope, Where lay my heart; and climbing still, When I had gain'd the brow and top, A lake of brackish waters on the ground Was all I found. With that abash'd and struck with many a sting Of swarming fears, I fell, and cry'd, Alas my King! Can both the way and end be tears? Yet taking heart I rose, and then perceiv'd I was deceiv'd: My hill was further: so I flung away, Yet heard a crie Just as I went, None goes that way And lives: If that be all, said I, After so foul a journey death is fair, And but a chair.

TRAVAILS AWAIT (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1246221106-travails-await?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=jamesagalgano&wp_originator=H5%2F7muvW%2FOiHKO28DKAzUwRLAz1A7Yd9D32EVhTgSs6PI8LXVTJRAcQRWG9%2BOY7OPE%2BZnGH2JAWD7HWmuz5hfZokeEa3b20ZlWcg%2FMBBmrqGmKA1zix0Na3ZwyhABhhB Travails await By james a. galgano Fast asleep lost in clouds thought far from danger But life and love are hard to this woeful stranger Who walks between the lines of today and tomorrow? Dodging the unrepentant bullets of heartfelt sorrow Wondering what I do wrong to earn this target on my heart Where hurt is so drawn to me like moths to flame never to depart What is the point and where is the lever to release me from this woe? I know at times you must also feel the same that wherever you go The creeping shadows of gloom hidden in the background faithfully follow Every move made looking for a weakness to surge and swallow Even in dreams so deep from which we wish to never escape We remain so fallible and offer opportunity to doom we don't anticipate Until it is upon us like bewildered prey about to be consumed There is every new day, which greets us remains a sense of doom Yet why dwell upon such woe for life and love has a better tune One which happiness awaits all who persevere the hurtful lies Perhaps even true love will find us within the most unrecognizable disguise To sweep us off our feet even while fast asleep thought far from danger Where life and love often greet us unannounced as if we remain a stranger

In which I update the state of play on The Lantern Tower.

More information soon!

See above covers, front and back.