Category: Grindstone

Midnight wraiths shared my campfire, waiting for my eyes to close…

I traded with the goblin a piece of string and a shiny thing for his fine walking stick, He thought it grand that I’d offer my hand so we shook to seal the deal. But as I grasped his twisted claw, I felt a shift, a subtle flaw, For in his grin, a secret lay,…

A hob takes his place…

Whispers whisper in deep dark wood…