A Rolling Chant

Lining up for the battle at dawn. Shields on our arms, we can transform. We are a sandstorm, nature’s force. Battle cries loud, this might we roar! Charging into fronts, we are all fearless. Our steel is cold, but our blood burns warm! Rancor in our roots, in our armor of thorns. Won’t stop now,Continue reading “A Rolling Chant”

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Viking Voyagers

Viking Voyagers In the shower with her I felt clipped. Vulnerable. Like my wings were missing, but in their place was something like cybernetics; when you know your heart is pounding, but don’t know what microscopic things are happening to beat it as a drum beats. Every cell and nanomachine in lost wings is aContinue reading “Viking Voyagers”

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