Post by Masterbard Alyster Darkharp on Aug 9, 2007 12:47:16 GMT -5
I would call on my lord but it can’t help me now, I would fall on my sword if I only knew how; how to believe there’s nothing above only absence of breath of hatred and love. I was born into this and if I can’t burn it out I’ll forge all my swords into blades of a plow and toil all my days in these fields of fire. I will welcome those flames in a funeral pyre.
