A hill, a mountain A staircase, a pyramid Wonder what’s up there
By Lucy3 years ago in Poets
Rocky Mountain trails Earth dust, piled high to the skies Crunchy scars we climb
Mountains sleep quietly So quietly, that we forget When they wake- it’s loud
It was a dark and stormy night. While torrential rain slapped viciously against the mountain terrain, the air inside was sullen and silent. Deep within the reaches, in one of the largest caves, a dragon slept.
By Lucy3 years ago in Fiction
