A Parisian Fall.
Memories imbued with love,
fleeting, yet gilded.
About the Creator
Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
I can be reached at [email protected]
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Prologue - The Scourge
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There should never have been dragons in the Sacred Valley. Those cursed dragons swayed in the calm night wind, swooping and twirling as the sun disappeared beyond the mountains and the twin moons rose over Lurra. May Auras doom you in the afterlife! May you find no salvation there. Their quiet monastery had long been protected from the dragons and horses, swords and spears which descended upon them, destroying his tranquil home with their war.
By Matthew J. FrommExclusive • 2 years ago
Comments (8)
Very beautiful
short yet poignant
You've captured the essence of romantic love in such few words. Excellent writing!!!
Nice one!
You took me to Paris! Beautiful photograph also!!!! ✨❤️✨
So short, yet poignant
I agree with Dana! Great job! <3
Great photo and an excellent haiku.