Let us, dear reader, venture int’ a world Created by the pen of ink so pearl’d. Among these lands be dark cerise-like lakes That gush an orange fire into the sky, Itself a viridescent pigment quak’d With timely evening iv’ry shatters shy Of flying creatures crawling with their grace forsak’d. Be craters mountains and the […]

via Mr. X’s Poetry: The Building of a World — The Mind of a Writer