inside my mind .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿ (highest ranks: #4 on #poetry: 24/11/2020 #1 on #spokenword: 27/11/2020 ) [I'm still learning to write and this book contains raw poetry.]

The things that my mind thinks of at midnight when my mind can never sleep. The reality and the dreams, emotions and thoughts all wrapped together In this collection of poetry I let you see what's inside of my mind and life. Enjoy reading these words.

a bunch of sad poems all of these poems are original, so please dont take them my grammar probably isnt correct most of the time, but just deal with it <3 all my poems are unedited & raw :) ©️

ought to think about the things you said. was it true?

Several millennia ago a war raged between the factions of dragonkind. With their world ravaged, the Kaldean Alliance forged the Amulet of Draconic Control and the Tethering Stone, and banished their foes to other realms, saving Kalda from utter destruction. Fearing the power of the Amulet, the survivors secreted it away. But now knowledge of the Amulet has resurfaced-and in the wrong hands, war could erupt anew. Long ago, men harnessed the Channels of Power, creating tevisrals-devices capable of manifesting magic. But men weren't the only ones to accomplish such feats. Dragons crafted the most sophisticated tevisrals. These shaped the world, defining civilization of man and elf alike. Over the centuries, the people of Kalda have fallen into a dark age, where elves are estranged from men and dragons have retreated into legend. Tevisrals are scarce and men are willing to trade everything for them. But there are some who wish to bury the past, and in their lands, possessing tevisrals is tantamount to treason. Still, daring men scour the world in search of Kalda's past. One such man, the scholar Krindal, seeks an ancient order known as the Keepers of Truth and Might. He yearns for their knowledge, long feared lost. Prince Kaescis Midivar also searches for these Keepers. The assassination of his uncle, the emperor of Mindolarn, killed his hopes of peace with his empire's enemies. His empire's survival hinges upon unearthing the Keepers' secrets. An aging warrior, Cornar Dol'shir, longs to be home with his wife. But his retirement must wait, as his band of adventurers is recruited to help find the Keepers' hidden temple on the Isle of Klindala. Haunted by his tragic past, Iltar, the Son of Adrin, does not join in the search for the Keepers. Instead, he seeks to unravel the mysteries held within a volume of prophecy foretelling the advent of the Unspoken One and the return of the Crimson Eye.

A collection of long and short poems for those that want sad and romantic poems to read. 'You held my hand, as my eyes leaked, whispered my name and kissed my cheeks' -Love Poems A\N :This is my first time writing poems so plz don't judge too harshly. Fair warning, not all my poems will make sense.

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