Upon the shoulders of Gods came man to the world.
Nurtured by nature and hardship, and inspired by acts and deeds of those far greater, he poured his being to grow.
And grow he did in words then deeds, in bravery and stoic form.
Tag: Lore
Pestilence.
With my own eyes I saw a sight so horrid I wished it to be an agonizing nightmare.
If only there would be such luxuries as to wake in a cold sweat and strive through a sleepless night or ten.
From the very rock.
Stare upon your life and know that all parts of it came from one thing.
Spirals.
In the darkness before I start to dream, I see it there before me.
The paid word.
What marvellous truths the written word can dispel when when the wealth of the corrupt springs forth to convince all it can of that which is truly right and wrong.
The Ederren 