Jun 29
3 min read
The Savage Lands — The Love That Dare Not Speak its Name.
What Pride Means for Me — a poem
It was of an age where we locked ourselves in gilded cages.
Beauty was not ours to see or feel, so we discovered our muses through creative fields.
And so we scripted our longings on vellum parchments, composing prose, lyrics and sonnets.
