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.