and now, a found poem basedon teh books. If i had the time, i would color code it like i did for school.
Power
The charge of staves
The stench of voure
A flash of fire
A burst of power
A battle rages with heated evil
A battle that scars The Land with hate
Magic invoked by shed of blood
Corruption which stands unequalled in sin
An emerald hue
A pure white aura
Now rage within The Land’s great beauty.
From “The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever” by Stephen R Donaldson
a found poem
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a found poem
It is the Würd of The Earth i pay hommage to. It is among the <i>Elohim</i> i exsist and serve.
Yet it is the Borg I am always with.
Proud member of the church of Devine Luchere.
<img src="https://sigx.yuriy.net/images/skin/Apples/0/xsylak.png">
Yet it is the Borg I am always with.
Proud member of the church of Devine Luchere.
<img src="https://sigx.yuriy.net/images/skin/Apples/0/xsylak.png">
