Category: Grindstone

  • Forgotten Clearing

    Splendid faeries dance splendid dances upon diamond dewy grass Moonlight shimmering against my mortal madness, But still I creep behind toadstools, mushroom cap listening to–

  • From Snow

    From Snow

    I had heard tales of the First Giants, myths whispered in smokey fire-lit halls and murmured beneath breath on long winter nights. But no tale, no song nor legend could have prepared me for the moment I first laid eyes upon one.