We most humbly welcome you, doomed reader, to our, perfectly desvastated, meager library. A local stone giant has, recently, crushed parts of our vaults, archives and bondage dungeons. Rest assured, however, that our Endorian specialists are working non-stop on reconstructing the works lost or damaged beyond repair.
Poetry
Where are you going wind? Far, far away
Over the hills, over the edge of the world.
Blue Moon
Blue moon and silver morning; I woke up.
Circus
The ringmaster rises and forces forth a smile. His dreams, for the meantime, must slumber for a while.
Gone
Your hot breath wafted on my neck in the midst of a fitful slumber...
Hinata
A lantern without darkness. A pyramid without limestone.
Laundry Suds
Come, little children. Let me tell you a story.
New Moon
Three creatures howled to an empty moon.
Nostalgia and Grandeur
Her bare feet stirs the puddles; her black hair combs the mist.
Sunken Garden Sunset
Red points yonder among the clouds brace a tower lest it should fall.
Prose
And therefore know this:
I now condemn you to death by drowning!
Between Pages
We are here. Waiting. And waiting still.
Kaminari
I am waiting. I long to be free.
The Little Puff
Once there was a little puff, born by a little geyser atop a little island.