My Dragon
My Dragon
A dragon lives beneath my bed, it hides there through the day
It waits until I’m all alone and all the adults gone away
Then at the bottom of the bed, I see its tail, uncoiling round and round
Then some golden wings, a slender neck, as if its coming out the ground
Its eyes are red and its breathing smoke and its teeth are sharp and shiny
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Wednesday 30th January 2013 2:07 pm
An Ode To Skyrim
Well as usuall I have been empowered by a computer game which is influencing my day to day life in ways that only a stupidly in depth game like Skyrim can do.
So with this fresh inspiration I have penned a little something about my other life in the digital realm.
Enjoy.
An Ode To Skyrim
Frozen wastes on hallowed ground
Captured and in shackles bound
Sound ...
Thursday 15th December 2011 6:49 pm
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