If there was a time When I called you mine, why can I not remember?
Shamshael descended to the earth wreathed in fire, slamming into the town square. He raised the flaming sword above his head. The crowd surrounding him
The dust hissed with the first rain drops. Sam watched the darkening earth from beneath the bridge which had been his home for weeks, feeling
My everyday life, Descending minor thirds, chime On ominously
Tread lightly lest you Rouse the ire of our own Ready made lynch mob.
We boarded the plane and sat next to each other. Jon fell asleep before we took off, and I watched him sleep for a long