The Cave of Dragomyr
Where the Sun Shines Not
By Marcellus GreyPublished 3 months ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash
Troubled and thirsty,
I climb the mount,
and in its forest rest...
where the Sun shines not.
In the hidden cave of Venus—
where springs breed life—
I kissed her rose... so tenderly...
and woke the beast.
Awake, my Dragomyr!
We will battle! Until overcome,
we revel in victory and rest...
where the Sun shines not.
About the Creator
Marcellus Grey
I write fiction and poetry that explore longing, emotional depth, and quiet transformation. I’m drawn to light beers, red wine, board games, and slow evenings in Westminster.
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