Jamie Santoni-Richards
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Upon The Rising Of The Serpent
-Prologue- All was quiet upon that bridge, where it met the sky, he sat. Mead in hand, he listened. First came the bristling of the trees far off, then the rushing waters of the rivers. Next came slightest cracks in the stone that lay ahead of them. The feet that pommeled at the ground beneath them. At the summit of a mountain not far off, the sun kissed for the last time, fore clambering over its summit were the harbingers of the end times. The trickster at their helm.
By Jamie Santoni-Richards4 years ago in Futurism