Here is a poem, written in the fantasy world created within Veryyn’s tale. Enjoy!
I waded
through the fires
of Daemor wrath
You better believe
I’m still standing tall
I will bend the heavens
If I choose to
May my destiny blaze
May my foes taste ashes
The world’s on edge
But I’m a storm incarnate
I’ve got a giants spine
Beneath my bootheel
Watch me crush
The Daemor into dust
Survival is a brutal game
Here I stand
gloriously fierce
Ricky Hurlich Shorts 