Child--at the edge
of mystery,
facing the final night--
Diminished by darkness,
your blood congeals,
thickened with fright.
Eyes wide--strangely
fixed on nothing,
head full of lethal noise--
your cheriched dreams expire--
dusty vails shroud
neglected toys.
Savagely, you are drawn across
the forge of time--
claimed by the phoenix flame.
The grown-up has stalked you;
wearing a mask of urgency,
calling your name.
You give him life
by dying.
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Sadly, everything we would be
comes at the expense of what we are.
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Ragged and weary from their previous ordeals, Braxton and his motley crew of elves, dwarves, and humans, set off into the Wilderkind Forest in search of the Sapphire of Souls. The problem is, the last time anyone saw the powerful gem was over a hundr
A half-zythian bard gets caught up in an affair with the Duchess of Highlake. The Duke wants him dead and our hero is forced to flee through a forest that no one has ever returned from.
I guess we can also be victims of ourselves
and what we let influence us