Welcome to Issue 69
Faint Winning Entry
What once was warm, now is cold
Blackened my heart as I grew old
Fire dances and Misticans prance
Waiting for a chance at gold
I stand tall
As I demand them all,
to bring the items I request
Yet I detest, this is life is not one of fun
,it is certainly no day in the sun
I watch from this fiery mountain
As those below seek my golden fountain
Such a place filled with such burning grace,
Watch out, or you might be effaced