"Life is not measured in the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

The End of the Maiden and the Dragon

Standing in these ancient ruins Its gone Washed away Time is passed Bitter tears Memory fades The dragons bloodlust Passed away The templar calls The knights wail A druids bard Will share the tale. Defeated in arms The mother returns The children's tears For their father they mourn. Not of brood blood Yet they are still strong Worthy of sacrifice so the weak live on.