A single wilted rose, my petals are scattered... Every day is another petal, every night is another breeze. The seasons pass and so do the bumbling bees. I sit here shriveled. Is there any hope for this lost soul? Perhaps there is... but in truth, only time truly knows.
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Stories by Wither
Shadows of the First King
Before the first king, King Zeron founded the kingdom of Zeloria, Elves, and Fae were at war. When the King d...
The Day the Earth Was Destroyed
"The mind is a strong tool, yet some abandon it to the abyss. I shall not do that, for I will escape thi...
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These poems are my original works. The poems here are crappy. oh yes, I know. If you have a problem with them...
