Sauntering through the moonlit glade, ‘neath the silvery, unearthly glow, a coven mutters an incantation. Veiled from praying eyes, hands clasped, the siblinghood of sorcerers harbours refuge for their own, prepares ruthless retribution for vexing intruders…
Sauntering through the moonlit glade, ‘neath the silvery, unearthly glow, a coven mutters an incantation. Veiled from praying eyes, hands clasped, the siblinghood of sorcerers harbours refuge for their own, prepares ruthless retribution for vexing intruders…
Stepping over spores
Tasting the fruits of temptation
Wondering, was it real?
The Half-Elf and the Druid
Neither knew nor cared
For if the fey realm was a dream
It was a dream they shared
#vssfantasy #poetry
Stepping over spores
Tasting the fruits of temptation
Wondering, was it real?
The Half-Elf and the Druid
Neither knew nor cared
For if the fey realm was a dream
It was a dream they shared
#vssfantasy #poetry
With a pair of passengers
Toward a place we once
Called home
Arisen atop the scarred skyline
Arcing in golden glimmer
A waxing moon
I choose
To accept as an omen
Hope
That the moon is on its way
To becoming full once more
So perhaps
So may we
#poetry #blueskypoets #moon
With a pair of passengers
Toward a place we once
Called home
Arisen atop the scarred skyline
Arcing in golden glimmer
A waxing moon
I choose
To accept as an omen
Hope
That the moon is on its way
To becoming full once more
So perhaps
So may we
#poetry #blueskypoets #moon