where am i? this old air i’m breathing in is cold as the ancient stones steps echo in the silence my breath a thoughtful steady tome yet these flames look familiar as do the carven gnomes the monsters aren’t so frightening they’re like my friends at...
midgard is where we roam in this winter place, i’ve found a home wandering in the snow even in the night, i know someday i’ll find you then i’ll have woken up but the drowsy dreams aren’t so dark, for now i’ve got the drifts albus
i sleep in cold rain grey cloud come out again dew fall; my liturgy fall out of time and rush get out from the bleary eyed hustle trampling down. i lie longing monsters thronging my soul belonging i lie thinking my mind drinking the dew light it's...