The storm throws you to my door, drenched and bloodied, god-light dimmed. The crest of the hill is underwater. You have no boots.
Morning dawns cold, clear, a watery gold. You are gone.
First Literature Feature!
I never do literature features as I don't know much about literature/poetry/etc so here
are some that I found through *PurpleInk777 and some just searching through DA
Hope you enjoy them!