Poems from PlantProfessor98'
This door goes one way
You can not return again
Make good decisions
The final call echoes over the land
Plateaus of history stand still
Shreds of song remain silent
Piles of wisdon lay empty
Beings of life...
I notice that you seem perplexed
How about I tell you what comes next?
You will slowly descend
Into the Death River's bend.
You will...