Note: Last edited 2/3/18. A fantasy poem about a bit of my unifying world, set in its far past. Darkness fills this land once bright, And light escapes mortal sight. Man wanders through desert long. This land knows not right
Note: This was written for a school competition and therefore the first few paragraphs are a mildly edited version of the prompt. I still think it’s better than the winner. “Decaf latte, please,” I told the barista. “That’s $4.00,” she