The Dragons of Smaller Dens
In summary, it's a short poem i pulled out of my ass once upon a midnight dreary. enjoy. there is salt on the dragon's syringe, they will sample electric lozenges on scorpion countertops. the hatchling will look up from cave doodling.
That Dark Night
That dreary, full-moon night. but there is one thing i remember without a fight, i am a werewolf. part man, part beast. and that animal that was deceased, i had killed to have a feast. what it was, i do not know.
Battle Oath: For The King
Without your grace, the vacant becomes empty, the quiet is silent, the cool is cold, the shades are shadows and the peace is dreary.
Bit O' Fluff
A snow storm is raging on the mountain, but in this dreary white out there is one sign of warmth. this would be the smoke coming from the chimney of a large wooden cabin.
Cascaded Guardians
Of deviantart; vandervals.deviantart.com; http://vandervals.deviantart.com/art/fallen-angel-62823343 autumn wind whispers across their broken spirits darkness surrounds their fading figures far from salvation, close to damnation they ensconce alone, a dreary
December's Hope
Yet, as the snow lands upon the dreary terrain, faces grow upon the faceless and desolate feelings are poured down the toxic drain. lights shine upon the alley ways and the singing drifts through the streets.
A chance hunt.
Hugs and kisses, ~lash -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it was the normal dreary night expected in the city, a large wolfen male prowled about the bar with
Cuddly Monster Under the Bed
Things had taken a trend towards being dreary and disappointing as you lied in bed, face planted into a pillow as you tried to cry. under your bed, came a subtle chime and slithering movement, but you knew what, or who it was.
Saying Goodbye
That and it seems so dreary and short, well recent events took a toll on me. my father died a few days ago, i'm holding onto that sealed envelope with the signed card inside he'll never open.
A Twist of Fate
Inga made her way down the old path, looking occasionally out across the dreary moors to the silhouette of the city. she loved going into town.
A.R.R. PART II
dreary. it had been an entire month already, since his official indoctrination into the horned frog thaumaturgica.
Brief History of Galar
In ancient times, galar was nothing but dreary swamps and endless forests filled with creatures more dangerous than any pokémon. many millennia it had spend in that state until the first ones arrived.