Stories that fly under a dark banner.

Waiting for the other end of the line…

Today there has been lots of writing. Poems and Stories have evolved and grown. None of them can be shown here…

Yet.

Now I am learning patience, waiting for feedback before the final works are published. It is a hard learned lesson especially as I usually publish instantly, only to realise later there are terrible grammatical errors in the lines. To help me to escape the frustrations of waiting here is part of an early draft.

“Even the last of the great kings came to realise before the end that his greatest worth was how rich his body would make the soil beneath him. As the Springs turned to Summer, too often turning to Autumn and onto Winter before their time, they watched and they understood. The trees would take them back beneath their roots and those around would eat their fruits.”

Supernova1987

Sketches for The Signal of the Second Spring.

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