The Choice

“You have three choices”, it had said. When I gave my desperate plea for any form of hint, it only replied, “Each has its own path, battles, consequences and concept of rewards. Of the warring forces, one must win. I cannot tell you more. You write your future.” I stood there, Read more…

Snowflake

Born into an ocean of misty cold Drifting across the currents My voyage takes me. The clouds part, Revealing the vast world below Downwards, I glide. The end of my journey nears, My destiny no matter how long I fight, It is the ground. Until the cycle starts again, Of water, sky Read more…