A year of the Dragon’s fierce reign, Now arise the Serpent’s coiled, quiet claim. What feels like years, just nine days in, Grief carves deep lines upon my skin.
A Crossroads for Humanity
Dagaz and the Magician
My tender heart abandoned and betrayed, Once steady nerves now shattered and decayed. Anguish and despair, searing and unfiltered, Leaving me lost and bewildered.
Tapestry of Light
I spoke, but the wind exhaled my words away whispering them to the leaves instead.
From Sorrow’s Depths
A glass of fire, both bitter and sweet, Whiskey in hand, now tainted, not so neat. Shards of trust deeply cut, their edges raw A sudden plunge, a pit I never saw.
my letters from beyond the fire 