I should be exhorting you all to PUSH PUSH PUSH the Inkshares campaign, but I'd rather just share a poem with you I just wrote. This will appear in a Jonas/Rime chapter of Asteroid Made of Dragons.
“Last light of the sun against gravestone sky,
dream of the shadows all come to die.
White sand, gray stone, green field all bear the scar,
of heroes’ blood and silver star.
They walk in steel, they die in stone,
Children of Gilead sing alone.
Black sea, white sand, the lives they fall,
from broken horns still sound the call.
Where Night and Beast dare wear the crown,
Knights of Gilead will throw them down.
Last light of the sun shine across the waves,
bones of valor down in their graves.
Songs of blood and journey’s end,
the price of heroes for shadow’s end.
Sundown comes and Gilead stands,
sundown comes and Darkness plans.”
Eh, probably needs a revision or two -but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Derek
The roof of Waters & Moore Fiduciary Exchange was a small wonder of unnoticed architecture. Each tile was made of thin-cut marble in a most flattering shade of faded green. The builder, a famed goblin crafter whose name was remarkably silly even by local standards, had used an enchanted chaos saw to transform massive blocks of the stone into finger-thick slices. Most importantly, each tile was slightly curved with a simple notch on the bottom. The roof was assembled with no mortar at all, . . .
The roof of Waters & Moore Fiduciary Exchange was a small wonder of unnoticed architecture. Each tile was made of thin-cut marble in a most flattering shade of faded green. The builder, a famed goblin crafter whose name was remarkably silly even by local standards, had used an enchanted chaos saw to transform massive blocks of the stone into finger-thick slices. Most importantly, each tile was slightly curved with a simple notch on the bottom. The roof was assembled with no mortar at all, . . .
