Where dragons breath meets fire and blades of grass become those of steel I find myself a not so innocent stranger in this world that seems unreal cloaked in robes of finery a crown upon my brow a nod for the passerby that assumes I deserve a bow not a normal faire of sorts but I try to carry it well when I say goodbye to my past and announce fare thee well
2 thoughts on “Prompt 11 Hour 11”
The language here is compelling and so different. Easy to visualize and engage with, but clearly situated in a different/older world.
Thank you <3