At the edge of the forest, there lies a black river; its bridges burnt, their ashes spread. It's another dark path for aimless souls to wander, in those little rowboats only the swiftest currents will carry.
06/27/2007
Posted on 06/27/2007Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
Quite a scene you set up in so few words, man. Very interesting and very nicely done.
