poem: Brave the Depths
Brave the Depths Drive me to the shallow edge. No! drive me to the deep end. Lie by me an empty aid kit. Lie by me a thing sharpened. Entrust me to a bitter fiend-beast, Licking its chops for fresh kill. Or thrust a haughty finger to’ard me, And stick to my name, ill will. Has the Evil Eye gotten... Sign in to see full entry.