Poetry and Prose
ChoicesSo again it has come to pass. We spilt the precious blood of our kin. Two guards lie dead and silent on the floor of the tent. Several others fix their empty and yet accusing gazes up to the dawning sky and beyond the boundaries of the world. As many others before them, they stood in our path – and we dispatched them. A dull echo of remorse resonates faintly somewhere deep within my soul at the realization of how easy it was. For me, anyway.
The birth of Pegasus Teradiam 205 8 Apam Napat and Aji Dahaka and sacred farn DalfaArt 248 6
Mature contentSpirit of Spring BohemianWeasel 189 26