When the love poem becomes deranged poetry.
Where has this beauty come from?
Straight ahead all I see
Are violet leaves and violet trees
A short fun poem about small, pretty, passing things.
Never a rose without thorns. Indeed we were the roses and the people were the thorns to our bond.
a song written for one of my Dungeons & Dragons campaign settings
a lamentation for Thualdir, the King of the Gods, who turned away from the world to mourn the betrayal of his creations
Put some music on and let's drift down the river, mourning together.
I am alive And that's enough for today .