Blake Edwards is an American-born poet, author, and student of music. Blake Edwards (1985-) was born in Saginaw, Michigan, but grew up in Tucson, Arizona. Blake Edwards always had two dreams, to live in a world filled with music and to be a writer. He realized his dreams and then discovered poetry. Ever since, he has cultivated his talent for word-craft and has recently released the first volume in his series, "Strange Diary Days." commercial publications.

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In that cloistered place beneath the roots of Belladonna’s shade,

all stories have been sown and their paths already laid,

and set around them treasures out of twinkle-twilight made.

In their luster, all memory of earthly diary days fade.

In their leaving, all debts are by tide and time repaid,

in this place where great and terrible souls are made, unmade, remade,

in this rowan-hemmed glade beneath the roots of Belladonna’s shade.

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Sown have been the stories, by waxy-way poison petals swept

'neath the roots of Lady Death’s wolf-liquor blood-red dress

where yesterday’s ghosts beneath her timeless tears have slept,

in this place where wounded lovers wailed and frail mothers wept.

'Neath these roots, where from time to time the old Gods have stepped.

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In this cloistered place beneath the roots of Belladonna’s shade,

all stories indeed were sown and their paths before now laid.

Tales of imperious heroes and virtuous villains here too have strayed,

as Wyrd sisters sow by cock’s crow the seeds of every story ever lathed,

spinning destiny from one-eyed looms, fates ready to be weighed.

In this place where wicked souls rest, where they might yet be saved,

in this rowan-hemmed glade beneath the roots of belladonna’s shade.

(Strange Diary Days- Blake Edwards)