-And soon a thick mist formed around us, and out of it came three beasts. Their names were, Oppression, Inferiority and poverty. You warned me to stay away from them Brother, you put a weapon in my hand for protection It was a Pen, and you said Write! Never cross wrong from right, and if they make you bleed, then Retaliate, Reload and Relentlessly Write 
× 16 × poetry × nature × fog × woods × lost × alone × forest × weapon
× 19 × Art × Beauty × Coliseum × Erosion × Fog × Mist × Queen × Sand × Sun