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Northern realms prepare for a time of inward contemplation. Leaves turn from green to golden, crimson, and dusty brown. Geese fly to war...

I crawl among the branches   of the roots of my soul,      as the worries of my thoughts        take wing to the sky.         I climb fu...

In the fields where Unicorns play, I spent my youth and childhood days; dancing with fairies, singing with nymphs, exploring the world ...

I close my eyes but cannot sleep death stalks my every turn If I fall asleep, could I not wake up? If sleep captures me, could it hold m...

Seeds planted in the Spring sleep beneath a blanket of Earth dreaming of coming bounty Slowly they waken stretching their arms to the Su...

I stand in my skeletal state Letting your rage roar through me It scrapes across the bones of my rib-cage Rattling through the space wher...