He sat atop a giant stone,
sighing as he looked down
at the world below, wondering
if he could ever find someone
to call his own. He was lonely,
he was, for no one would dare
to venture by his giant rock.
September 19, 2011 | Categories: Poetics and Prose | Tags: fiction, lonely, Love, magic, maiden, Poem, toad, wizard | 3 Comments »
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