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Achallor
@achallor.bsky.social
· Oct 20
First post here, i guess I’m going to restart my little project about interesting facts about the Arthurian Mythos, but branching out more into other stuff like Classical history or literature. Might even share my poetry, maps or writing here too if I’m feeling particularly proud of them.
She was never your idea of a good woman, was she?
Too quiet.
Too strange.
Water-glass voice,
hands that shimmered.
Where is she now?
She gave you the sword.
Did you forget that?
She held it out to you,
but you always loved
the sword
more than the hand.
Too quiet.
Too strange.
Water-glass voice,
hands that shimmered.
Where is she now?
She gave you the sword.
Did you forget that?
She held it out to you,
but you always loved
the sword
more than the hand.
April 25, 2025 at 11:44 PM
She was never your idea of a good woman, was she?
Too quiet.
Too strange.
Water-glass voice,
hands that shimmered.
Where is she now?
She gave you the sword.
Did you forget that?
She held it out to you,
but you always loved
the sword
more than the hand.
Too quiet.
Too strange.
Water-glass voice,
hands that shimmered.
Where is she now?
She gave you the sword.
Did you forget that?
She held it out to you,
but you always loved
the sword
more than the hand.
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You bolt awake on white cliffs by the sea. Saxon longships dot the horizon all the way to Gaul. You pull the sword from the stone. The year is 531 A.D. and you've changed your mind. These ships must burn. The future must not come to pass.
You bolt awake on white cliffs by the sea. Saxon longships dot the horizon all the way to Gaul. You pull the sword from the stone. The year is 531 A.D. and you've changed your mind. These ships must burn. The future must not come to pass.
April 25, 2025 at 6:11 AM
Keir Starmer...Meal Deals...Big Tesco...Harry Potter...
You bolt awake on white cliffs by the sea. Saxon longships dot the horizon all the way to Gaul. You pull the sword from the stone. The year is 531 A.D. and you've changed your mind. These ships must burn. The future must not come to pass.
You bolt awake on white cliffs by the sea. Saxon longships dot the horizon all the way to Gaul. You pull the sword from the stone. The year is 531 A.D. and you've changed your mind. These ships must burn. The future must not come to pass.
There’s no bookmarks feature here, oh well, I apologise for like my two followers about my liking habits.
October 21, 2024 at 7:40 AM
There’s no bookmarks feature here, oh well, I apologise for like my two followers about my liking habits.
First post here, i guess I’m going to restart my little project about interesting facts about the Arthurian Mythos, but branching out more into other stuff like Classical history or literature. Might even share my poetry, maps or writing here too if I’m feeling particularly proud of them.
October 20, 2024 at 4:51 PM
First post here, i guess I’m going to restart my little project about interesting facts about the Arthurian Mythos, but branching out more into other stuff like Classical history or literature. Might even share my poetry, maps or writing here too if I’m feeling particularly proud of them.