Take a step inside my mind Walk through my memories Travel past so you can find The seven stormy, stony seas There’s something here that you can’t see
By Kody Granger3 years ago in Poets
Desolation, desolation, Hear the voice of Desolation. Reincarnate, true incarnate, Hear the voice, my resurrection. Claws are growing,
This place is cruel, I thought, as I gazed across the bone-scattered volcanic wasteland, with rivers of molten rock dropping into chasms between the islands of stone.
By Kody Granger3 years ago in Fiction
Grey are the shadows. Grey ends the rainbows. Grey is the darkness. Grey is true kindness. Grey are all of those who do well.