Monthly Archives: November 2014

The Muse of the Wanderers (for those displaced by greed)

Showered, wet Rainstorms and lies A continent with dead eyes Falling to depths that we never knew An empty Ice-Hail Thors Day Morn Solitude of Humans; the mind oddity The ring that was never accepted Nightbirds, gentle, those only to … Continue reading

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