The dragon, now fully formed from the chimney smoke was elegant, white, gold and beautiful. She bowed her head and looked into the witch’s eyes. The dragon believing in neither good nor evil was merely serving the balance. It would feel no regret for what it was about to do. The dragon’s eyes smiled. The witch’s eyes smiled back.
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The ones from wild unseen forces made Seek from forces same to be sustained As though said forces could be so arranged To lift fleeting self Beyond divine refrain ∞ Read Andy Crowley, Sole Sorcerer […]