sun rises, sun sets heartbeat of a lonely world no one left to care
By SD Espadaabout a year ago in Poets
tic toc tic toc goes life: relentless, blind, headstrong tic toc tic toc gone
Two threads up an aisle. Something borrowed something blue One twinned strand, till death
By SD Espada2 years ago in Poets
A blue marble floats in a vast and endless black, all the world a mote
Blue blood, heavy crown lands past the horizon, oh to be just a boy
calm river flows dark Rushes out, white off a cliff diamonds in midair
Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Maleen was three when the first dragon riders flew over the mountain pass, their scales glittering in the bright morning sun rising over Kechua and all its people.
By SD Espada2 years ago in Fiction
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There weren't always crypto start-ups in the Valley either, but here we are.
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