Without a wound, like blood it spreads
Heatless fire, silent foe
Drawing life from trusted friends
The seeds of weakness doth it sow
Poems, stories, and scraps — both new and old. [☆ = best stuff] [CLASSIC = written long ago]
Poems, stories, and scraps — both new and old. [☆ = best stuff] [CLASSIC = written long ago]
Without a wound, like blood it spreads
Heatless fire, silent foe
Drawing life from trusted friends
The seeds of weakness doth it sow