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    To Sing Atlantis
    To Sing Atlantis
    To Sing Atlantis
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    To Sing Atlantis

    By Alfred D. Byrd

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    Lost lands, dreams, and those who walk between them are the topics of eleven poems of fantasy and horror that explore worlds that we might see with eyes set free from the bonds of the everyday. Four poems speak of Plato's lost continent, of its fall, and of its fate at the hands of judgmental gods. Other poems speak of the deceptiveness of the gods, of the determination of wanderers, and of the courage of those who fight against the fall of final darkness. The last two poems pay homage to great poets of imagination: William Butler Yeats and H. P. Lovecraft. Follow where they lead. Leave land's safety and set sail on misty argosies of dream.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlfred D. Byrd
    Release dateApr 20, 2016
    ISBN9781311344823
    To Sing Atlantis
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    Alfred D. Byrd

    I'm a graduate of Hazel Park High School, Hazel Park MI, and I've earned a B. S. in Medical Technology at Michigan State University and an M. S. in Microbiology at the University of Kentucky.My interests are Christian theology and history, Civil War history, science fiction, and fantasy. I've published a number of works, in prose or in epic verse, on these subjects.A number of my works are available from Amazon and other major on-line book distributors. I've also sold four short stories or novellas to science fiction or fantasy anthologies.

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