_Toilworn.
No words. No sword.
I drown, drowsily, in snow;
Soon lost to lornly’s downy sorrow.
Now low. Low-lit, I stonily sit.
So it is, I worldly rid._
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
_Toilworn.
No words. No sword.
I drown, drowsily, in snow;
Soon lost to lornly’s downy sorrow.
Now low. Low-lit, I stonily sit.
So it is, I worldly rid._
‘Father liked word games. he was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.’
Jasper Fforde, The Big Over Easy
Written using only the ten letters from the title:
D, I, L, N, O, R, S, T, W, Y.
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