Illusions

 

 

 

Not a warrior.

Not a scholar.

Not a poet.

Just a boy in the woods.

Growing, decaying, looking for something to climb.

Burning Castles

 

 Stone set in the earth,

 

then, crack!

The gravity of Change,

channeled to a point.



Another castle is burning.

 



How long does one wait to flee its flames?