— Saro
Darling Saro,
Birthed from the gilded bosom
Of mother. Her skin made from
The rays of Apollo's smile.
You tame the tigers of Armaros,
And ripple the waters of these oceans.
The world carries you upon its shoulders,
The night sky folding over you
With saturn's rings at your fingertips.
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Things I Wrote at One Time or Another
Aléatoireweird chapters or works in progress I find in the depths of my files. Mostly fanfiction.
