Lore, Poem, Sagas, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

In words, what is.

There lay a vision of a mirror made hollow by darkness. Yet in that mirror, more was seen than in the polish than which lay there before. Continue reading “In words, what is.”

Poem, Sagas, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

A wasted place.

What a waste of a world to wander. One lost within the dreams of all those who seek more than what they have by any means they may.

What horrid sights are those who would deny and defy the order of things as they have been for as long as time recalls. Continue reading “A wasted place.”