The Worlds quake,
Bound One
Fearing Your rage
Your madness
Jörð feels You deep within Her
Suffering under a serpent
Do You make Her shake
With the pain of its burn
Or does She shake in sorrow
for You?
The Worlds quake,
Bound One
Fearing Your rage
Your madness
Jörð feels You deep within Her
Suffering under a serpent
Do You make Her shake
With the pain of its burn
Or does She shake in sorrow
for You?
The last four lines of this are particularly striking — nice work!
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Thank you. Sometimes these are hard to write, especially when I’m trying to not nitpick while I write it. This one was stream-of-conscious, so I am glad so many like it!
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