Riding with the Hunt
The leaves above me rustle and whisper, glints of golden sunlight filtering through an opulent canopy of orange and gold. Now and then, a creature scurries by in the undergrowth and fallen leaves.…
Day: February 26, 2016
You Will Soon Regret
Chopping off trees, Still yet to stop. Garbage and dirt, Still left to mop. Beggars in rags, Looking for things to get. Do something, Or you’ll soon regret. Little orphans, Begging for food. Rich merchants,…