The old faerie king,watching, waiting, eyes closed.One hand on the gnarled staff,the other resting in his lap,beckoning me closer.Hair as cold, and without color,As drab…
The musings of Matthew
The old faerie king,watching, waiting, eyes closed.One hand on the gnarled staff,the other resting in his lap,beckoning me closer.Hair as cold, and without color,As drab…
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“I wish to go home again.” The words were spoken quiet to the door in front of him. The door remained silent, stoic, as always.…