Death’s Door
I quiver. My vision darkens. Death is near. “Not yet.” Sword in hand, I rise from my knees.
Category: Stories & Poems
The Wildborn
Lion graced the mountains, Wolf stalked the forests, and Boar dwelt underground. The three Wildborn ruled; then humans came.
With Shield and Spear
With shield and spear held in our hand, for all that’s dear we take our stand!
