Lord Sayron
As the evenfall advances, Lord Sayron
Reflects alone in the old and dark castle
Where has gone all the magical illusion
Disillusion had won the final battle
Carrying with him the armor and sharp sword
Abandoned finally his sanctuary
Searching for an answer that begin looking
And listening carefully heart insighting.
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron Flores | Year Posted 2015
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