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Here is where I post a bunch of words per entry to rebuild my writing groove. Contained within are short stories, poems, rants or non-fic articles, of various themes, on various characters and genres. My goal was...
There is a place they call Elysium Fields Where golden wheat blaze aplenty Puffy white clouds and serene blue skies Perpetually morn regardless of time or place
A wondrous landscape even for the sightless However, here is
No land owned by farmers No sky polluted by conquerors No home for any man nor beast A private respite from existence.
Hubris disperses to form these lovely clouds While the soils cushion my mortal body and blood To nourish seeds of more golden wheat
A wondrous landscape even for the limbless However, there
At the edge of this field Snakes a shadowy canyon A passage to the world above that I could never hope to go
This is the place they call Elysium Fields.
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