a short poem of a worm

A poem for a special friend of mine

The kingdom was small, barely three cities worth of people and land, but the thought rarely ever crossed the inhabitants' minds. The Castle, centered in the very middle of all the land, was small in the same way the kingdom itself was- you wouldn't realize it unless it was pointed out. A land ruled by the Queen, watched by the Reaper, and held by the Strings. To my Knights, who gave me the strength to write when I had none. It's finally back up. I'll be posting a new chapter every Saturday starting next week. The cover will be worked on and added soon.

I write short stories here and stuff.

Currently Contains: The sound of a coffin. Tool Shed Pansy A star who danced with the Moon Tin Roof First Moon Cold Sorry A series of one shots I've written.