¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸.•*¨*•♫♪
I never quite saw fairy-folk
A-dancing in the glade,
Where, just beyond the hollow oak,
Their broad green rings are laid :
But, while behind that oak I hid,
One day I very nearly did !
¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸.•*¨*•♫♪
Following
Sign up to join the largest storytelling community
or
Stories by Zia Hakkies
My Drawings
An assembly of my drawings.
The Final Price For Thievery
There is a high price to pay for thievery in Zeke's world.
That Poetic Soul of Mine
A collection of random poems I've written.