channeledchaos

As I stood shivering on a cold street corner (Because the devil will collect his due). A memory visited from warmer days (These days they often do). I remembered a guy; a smooth young fellow, Whose sky was always blue. And I wondered whatever became of him (He’d said he’d make dreams come true). Then I spotted an old acquaintance of mine Who used to run with the neighborhood crew. He looked like life had wrung him out (Truth be told, that’s how I looked, too). So I yelled, “Hey, man! You remember that guy? Do you remember how high he flew? He looked at me with a tear in his eye And said, “Ho

The dragon glanced at the knight's rusted armor through rheumy, ancient eyes. She yawned as the knight lay down his sword and removed his helmet, exposing a face of wrinkled leather and a thinning mane of white hair. "So, we come to this," the dragon said, her voice no longer strong and wild, but now old, quavering, and weak. "I follow you from afar. You are my charge, my duty. My only remaining responsibility. You are Sir Norwood. At last we meet face to face, Sir Knight. More's the pity, we meet for the last time." "True, Ancient One, for I am the last of my kind. The light went out on Chivalry many years ago, with the falling of the last