His Masters High Demands

Published on Thu, 27^th Aug 2026 at 16:40

by William Troup

Unwillingly, to himself, addressed his masters high demands; within the saddle, he did retest a trail he had yet to command! Open wounds did flow his pride; a freshly scented curse! now warders hold those souls at bay, as crimson red divides. Unwillingly, on himself, redressed in his masters high command! within the warrior, he did detest, a heart in eternal remand!