In the mists of time, when myths were born,
Long ago, when the world was adorned
With whispers of ancient gods and lore,
Where tales of heroes forever soar.
In shadows cast by towering trees,
Where legends danced on the breeze,
A time of magic, of mystical grace,
When stars held secrets in their embrace.
Long ago, before the march of steel,
When earth's heartbeat was raw and real,
With primal rhythms, nature's song,
In harmony where we belong.
Whispers of civilizations lost,
Echoes of empires' rise and exhaust,
Long ago, when silence held its sway,
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
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Yeah, it is truly brilliant. Loved.