Wicked, wicked, little man
your fingers creep on tortured skin,
Tracing the scars of the damned
with no regard to innocence.
Wicked, wicked, little man… 110 more words
The air crisp, snow on the mountains, I glance at my Dad. Eighty years old, he’s spry enough on this coarse and slippery trail.
It’s his birthday month, and we are camping at Pinecrest. 1,062 more words
Spell book#Elemental Magic
Morning Ritual for Energy and Good Luck
an express morning ritual to have blessings, success and protection all day powered by the Four Celestial Spirits of the four Elements… 510 more words