Author: sponger

This is a piece from my new novel (currently being written) called Rise of the towers. The piece is a tribal memory, a story passed down trough the generations by word of mouth. It is called Agorthmaal (the memory of Agorth)   “In a time before men walked on...

I hadn't seen the door before,It wasn't there last night.Swinging wide its golden mawAnd showing me the light.A voice was calling from beyondIn sweet and silky tones,To leave behind this Earthly bond,No need for flesh and bones. ...

Purple butterflies flitter across blood red fields. A dog, big and blue guards the queen. Fish glide through the air past clouds of golden yellow, A pink cat slithers across pink tiles hoping the dog won't see. Birds wearing their camouflage coats dart through a bubbling river. The king laughs, his emerald green feathers jiggling. This is...