An article on fantasy poetry inspired me to write this short piece today.
Ravens feast beyond the gate
Tearing flesh from bone
Ravenous for spoils of
A warrior alone
The Tale of Lady Midday (words: 568)
Lady Midday loved the smell of children in spring. She delighted in their honeysuckle hair, jasmine-imbued coveralls, and the hint of homema...
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Lady Midday loved the smell of children in spring. She delighted in their honeysuckle hair, jasmine-imbued coveralls, and the hint of homema... -
The goal is to keep writing. To keep your fingers on the keyboard, or gripping the pen or pencil and pressing it down onto the page. The lon...
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Soothe the soul who's weary Stumbling from the moment of sun's call No commands could hear he By night, steps turned to a beaten cra...
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