Heroes End
The crimson and shadowed sky,
Like a watchman of specters,
a shepherd to warrior grim
and champions eternal,
a place of wandering dead heroes,
endless winds whisper of time forgotten
Here, at heroes end.
The last verse of dead poets
plays the melody to this gaunt land,
Lost in the endlessness of dreams.
Where did you lose your way? In the desert
wind of the forever dawn.
Two hooded men shaking hands
in this strange desert land,
trading the warriors of old,
placing them in the mind of those dreaming men
who are the deep thinkers of paper and ink.
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