#winter 2019

wishing I was in an american high school during that time 😭

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orendel was an elven lord upon an elven throne, and when the sun had gone to bed his astral light was shown. the even tiding’s lullaby went winding through the world and reached reclining dreamers as his shining road unfurled. those sleeping minds would follow him. upon a nightly barge would fare the weary passengers into his elven charge. he’d speak to them of history, the tragedies of time, for six or seven hours long until the bells would chime. but as the years went on the weary passengers would stall, as brush was burned and woods were wiped for building towers tall. and now forgotten fairy princes drift away like smoke; for toils, for oils, the strangled lights of elven beacons choke.

Published Winter 2019 by Bloomsbury Publishing