"brisingr" poems
She put down her book and
rolled over to his side,
Searching for sincerity
in his dilated eyes.
"Do you believe in dragons?"
A pause. A knowing smile.
"Yes."
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC
The ink fades to beige
A voice pulls me from the page
But the boughs and hills remain
Desperately, I muster
My eyes, alight—brisingr
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:29 AM UTC