We gallop fervently
voices of the gods behind us
and ahead
lies in wait
alluring treasures that tempt us dry
Little escape from the changing sky
it casts it's colors
traditional and old
rooted in our orgins
and the whispers overtake the gods
burying them in today's century
a lost cadence hard to worship now
For trapped we have made them
among our treasures
that have drained us dry
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Shorts and Poetry
RandomJust random chapters or point of views from different movies or stories that already exist! Some poetry as well! Nothing is tied to the next chapter so read what you wish! I'll take suggestions for things to write!
