The Hands Given
The flying hands with wings told me the secrets of the father i knew. How he walked among the ocean surface with his billion cockroach army. The hand would tell me how he walked into a hole leading down the stairs saying for he would return in new skin. Now the hand gave me the fleece of a dragon. the ocean a 4 eyed drake breathing flies says welcome my son join me and hear the bells.
Copyright © Silas Clairmont | Year Posted 2023
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