End
A thousand steps, the rain fell like a thousand steps Heavy on her shoulders. Sandals fell in the mud, were drops...
Two Calling
Forbid I feel; yes, forbid I change. What a burden to drink from foreign skies! So free I am from chains of fondness...
An Open Fire
He graced them all with his presence; with a dash of a poisonous viper’s vice he could slither his way to my side without fail...