Art

Well, I've decided to take up drawing as an actual thing, so I might start uploading doodles here too in addition to my poetry and short stories, so stay tuned for that if you're interested in amateur artists.

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A poem sits inscribed in stone You can't make out the words A carved black figure stands alone And a distant roar is heard. Born upon a world forgotten, erased from all the stories, Then forged anew in death begotten With Death now their own quarry Though once their kind was numbered plenty Both gods …

Good luck everyone, stay safe, stay connected, and don't let the horrible things coming suck you in. Stay a light in the darkness.