A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Moss and Stone Hold me close and don’t let Go The race rages on, nightmare steeds Trailing dark flames whispers hissing into the pool of thought Dream, corruptible, stews like witches brew If you nourish the wrong parts the form will grow Distorted, ogreish, rough andContinue reading “WD 102 “Moss and Stone””
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