Talala looked down on the city square of Tantovar and smiled. Around her, people danced in a throng that filled the square. The rhythmic beat of hand drums and skirl of pipes filled the air with joyous sounds. “If only I could dance with them,” thought th...
A woman, I can see you Gazing from afar With hair of gold And a mare of transcendence The life fades from me As the blood seeps thru my wounds But I do not fear what comes next For my goddess will come for me I see you, Valkyrja Riding alongside your sist...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I amNothing.AndSomething.Something andNothingThat float in the ether,Shadows of grace on the ancient days;Patters of rain on the rocks of suffering;Bolts of blu...
