A fantastic poem by Helen Valentina. To everyone who is or has battled this modern day demon.


An errant cell mutates
And quickly finds its mate
They grow and grow
And so it goes
You’re suddenly feeling ill

These new cells are defined
Uniquely re-designed
At such a rate
You see
Yourself in entropy

Surgery and radiate
To firmly stop the rate
Of such growth
It’s our oath
To God on high
That only bad cells die

I pray recovery
Will finally set you free
From this dark pain
So you regain
Your health
The greatest form of wealth

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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