Olin Yeats grew up reading and reciting the macabre fairy tales by the Grimm Brothers. Soon he began creating his own stories of dwarves, old forests, and sorcerers. Yeats rarely put his poems or stories on paper, but acted them out with his two younger brothers in their sixty-seven acre forest. Now authors like J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, William Shakespeare, and Jane Austen fill his bookshelves and absorb his time. He has also begun writing poems and a novel. The Olden English is a common theme. He currently lives in the mountains of North East Georgia.
Amidst the two crowds of gay and not-gay come screams and cries
Like poisoned arrows aimed to kill,
Or like a savage dance bringing down the skies.
Yet, who thinks to ask His will.
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My lady has a wrinkle smile,
When she spots me I cannot see
So I stand there blinded for a while.
As I stand there like a post, she will come up to me.
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I press my fingers against
The rain-stained glass.
My breath leaves
A wet white fog.
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Oh there the flowery maiden tread,
By day and not by night.
On that grassy green,
protecting me from light.
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