And,
along the intricately sculpted
halls,
they danced in a slow dream of intertwined arms,
tired chins rested on the other’s shoulder,
and wet cheeks.
if we close our eyes, and listen to the spitting fire, it feels like just a terrible dream. if only
The tree that they were sitting in belonged to a lenghty line of arboreal wizards.
This one wizard grew old and weary at some point in her long, long lifetime. Thus, like all sorcerers of her species, she bid farewell to the material world in peace, ...
Forests are more than patches of greenery that beautify our planet.