Hic sunt dracones
On maps older than Columbus
Ancient warnings
Don't fall off the earth
Lies told to protect
People, sure, but beliefs more
What better way to enslave society
Than with fear of large lizards gulping down the foolhardy adventurers
Keep them in line with lies
Coddled to sleep with the triumph of the ignorant
So the unknown breeds in map margins
Here be dragons
CITEȘTI
Songs of the Soul
PoésieSimilar to one of my previous stories because it is about life, but different because this is poetry. Sort of.
