Constance did not say a word but closed her eyes as she began the enchantment, verses of a language beyond the days of the Muelves’ supremacy--before the land of saints. Baneful magic that disrupted the brilliance of the uchawi. She uttered it as the room began to lighten up---a gray color resembling rain clouds across … Continue reading Constance Saxmous…
Constance did not say a word but closed her eyes as she began the enchantment, verses of a language beyond the days of the Muelves’ supremacy--before the land of saints. Baneful magic that disrupted the brilliance of the uchawi. She uttered it as the room began to lighten up---a gray color resembling rain clouds across … Continue reading Constance Saxmous…
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Poetry is an emotion, it can be a feeling or a song.
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