by Knight Errant » Sat Dec 13, 2008 1:01 am
Sighing, Zena goes up to her room and gets into bed after getting out of her clothes... The place seemed empty... maybe tommorrow morning would be better.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.