THE STAR RINGS
THE STAR RINGS The fire snake lisps a pure dove's verse He melts high rings; ghouls blitz nymph realms. A holy tree roars; its noble wood rends orcs grind slave bones and gnaw stewed flesh trolls pulp swan glades with steel clad feet. In lilac gilt caves Queen Zida prays veiled the soot morn gasps... Sign in to see full entry.