Poems from EanTheEpic
Space is a subjective term
It could be the air between two people
Or the infinite expanse
That surrounds us
My space is a physical one
The...
I carve my name in a tree
The tree dosen't mind
The tree is unfeeling
It is a sturdy oak
But even a slight breeze
Still rustles its leaves...
Legend says Prometheus Brought fire to man
Stolen from the heavens
Prometheus's love for man
But that is only a myth
I have a fire, burning...