Silent Mist

Memory’s ghost I call
Energy, I give all
A strong right hand
One who will stand
This time around
We have no crown
A sad song bards sing
We have no neck rings
How sad, what became
One whose soul is the same
What of her two brave sons?
Lost we are, the cycle has run
For bravery has chosen me to flee
Into the mist none can see
Oh, brave one well loved
When not in battle, a dove
Farewell my brother
Perhaps time another
In silence we cry
In silence we die

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Drawing 2014

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