I scoffed at the merchant and walked away,
What right did he have to judge my readiness,
For an adventure and meaning,
Beyond the safety of my front door.
So I kept on my way,
Not caring to make much hay,
About how quickly the road had become empty.
Such was the way my journey would go.
For when I found the care to look around,
I noted the sun was setting,
And glowing beast were starting to surround,
Glowing wolves made of yellow starlight and sapphire eyes.
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I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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