Hierophantasm
Do you know where you are? The old woman croaked.
Ren & I both held our breath, trembling. Had it worked?
We'd been pulled in so many directions since last harvest, searching for the true motives behind the High Arcane's barbaric rituals. So many deaths and false promises. So many false leads and dead ends... We didn't dare believe it. Sensing our apprehension, the old woman nodded.
Comments (4)
You nailed the creep factor!!! 🤩
This is a poignant and beautifully crafted poem. The metaphor of love as a bee, stinging and then dying, is both striking and heartbreaking. It captures the bittersweet nature of love and loss in a powerful and concise way.
Impressive...and I love Regina Spektor!
Whoaaaa this was so deep and had so many layers to it. You packed a hugeeeee punch with so few words!