ㅁ Kiamon sighed. Things becoming quite dire. People were angry, the world was on fire. Still, she at least had the comfort of ghosts. Calm and assured, with their confident boasts.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of a never-ending series of randomized snippets from the life of a fictional being in a fictional world (which is to say, my novel-in-progress that refuses to actually ever progress).
