Aurora Magazine 2018

Trees that tied the land together For hundreds of years Fall leaving the mountain bare With nothing stopping it, Water rushes down flooding homes Terrifying the people who made The mountain their home Seemingly indestructible, the mountain Falls to man’s greed

E M I L Y H A N S E N Archer’s Crusade

Light rips through the morning haze Beckons me, beckons me from my daze Nightmares that dog me er’ I go And nothing, nothing I have to show Sleep continues to flee my gaze Stumble through this wretched phase pray to Goddess who sings my praise Fury plagues me and pains me so Deep Breath, Draw, Release. Goddess, though praise her, fails to amaze How, oh how, could I show more praise Finding myself, wander to and fro But Deserts blur passed, no crop to sow Why can’t I stumble out of the blaze? Deep Breath, Draw, Release.

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