As you may have noticed my home is rather eclectic, to say the least.
But do make yourself at home, walk around, have a drink or two or simply sit down and wait for my arrival.
My servant Thalia will do her best to help you in any way you desire.
If you wish to leave me a note, click on her and she will lead your way.
Or if you prefer you may wander my halls until I return.

One of my great interests is the poetry of William Shakespeare, so you will find quite a few of his sonnets here and there around my home.
But there are a few other places you should visit if you are interested in history, such as my home dedicated to Jeanne d'Arc, or yet another one I have created dedicated to The Knights Templar.

You may also find my beloved in Germania, his name is Attila...yes Attila, King of the Huns.
Or if you wish, you may also visit my son Othello, his father is the great Aelfwine Scylding, with whom I have adopted this dear boy.

These homes are however still under construction so don't hesitate to stop by every ones in a while to check for new changes, but if you click on the names you will be lead straight to them.

I am also working on new additions to this home; you can find those if you click on the different towers and roofs of the castle at the bottom of this page.
Just like the Jeanne d'Arc and Templar homes I will be adding more and more to this home as time allows, so do stop by again and check for any changes if you so wish.
Until then...have a wonderful day!

To me, fair friend, you never can be old.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still.

Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd

In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
William Shakespeare

If you do not wish to leave me a message here but would rather email me, you may do so by asking Calista for help. If you click on her she will take your message and rush it to me at once. And if you are a very good boy or girl, or if your bribes are good enough, I will answer it in the next year or so *g* Now walk around, snoop, enjoy the place, just don’t steal anything!