Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

To feel the air.

There are words which I have lived by. Words which have offered encouragement and vision, words which I had never understood, yet always knew the meaning. For I have fought carelessly, and sought out blood when it was but a warm liquid which should only surge more from another than myself upon the ground.

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Lore, Poem, Sagas, Scenic, Short story


Woe would come once and for all for the lonely folkd who wished to stay that way.

Shattered by a war started far from them which ravaged their homes, folk and lands, they would be forced to pay the cost.

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Lore, Poem, Sagas, Weekend

Unseen visions.

Chaos rides upon the void to enter a world unprepared.

For the void is not a place, but a bridge which keeps itself empty.

Bringing through from one world to another and never holding on.

The void cares not for what it brings or takes away, so long as it remains a void. Continue reading “Unseen visions.”