Over dry hills
The lions flew,
Hot wind bearing them lift.
With sand in face
And clouded view
The rider held his gift. Continue reading “Last Lantern”
Over rivers,
Over flowing streams,
The mountain ever tall.
Cross borders
Through the iron gates,
Never to fall. Continue reading “Twixt Mountain”
On multiple floors,
The lair does exist,
With beast sat atop –
Her will she does twist.
And strikes at the heart,
Of ignorant those,
Who’d let down their guard
As orders she throws. Continue reading “Gem of the Beast”
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