It's you. In my mind. In my soul. In the here and now, I hear you, now. So calm, so pure, So raw and deep, It's you, with me, I want to keep.
By Harry Hudson3 years ago in Poets
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now, every morning, great black axe-wings and red ridgebacks blotted out the blazing sun over the once prosperous town of Malador, as the mighty lizards took flight.
By Harry Hudson4 years ago in Fiction
