Nov 05

Prologue

I slowly walk down the grand hall in the left wing of the castle. It is dark and silent. I gently run my fingers over the velvet paintings of people that I have despised my entire life. I walk shoulders back and bare feet silent on the marble floor. There is nothing stopping me this time, nothing that is going to get in my way. Aliria will fall tonight. 
 
Oct 29
poem 2 comments challenge: Sentence

Humans

Oct 29

Trees

It is nice sometimes, 
to know that you are connected,
standing with both feet firmly planted on the ground,
eyes closed,
you stand above a connected network,
above tales as old as time,
you stand among the trees.
 
Oct 29

Truly Me; Blue Potato