The Warriors

Breathe life Maybe a little hope To the buried Gods Bring sustenance To forgotten warriors Who must rise For war once more No dreams of glory Left to dead myths Gathering shadows Holding the vigil Aware of the stakes Bound by chains Imposed by the unknown Thier might Thier magicks Lay just out of reach Clouds drifting past Blocking the sun Those few glimpses Of single rays Keep them struggling Grasping for the key But to loosen one knot Means distraction Places other can be bound Paranoia Breeds Distrust Tears Friendship Forgotten Flames Dying To Our Fears
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