The land is sick where they touched it The evil ones, scorned and forsaken Destruction the price they paid for treachery. A trail of ash leads north to the dead lands...
Shadows in the Throne Room
Lamentation of a King
It stares defiant across this crowded room And the faces between us are invisible The barrier of insurmountable time crumbles Walls heaving with the weight of a thousand stories
Coronation
The realm has crowned a new kingBorn under stars devoid of prophecyRaised not as warrior, mage, alchemist, or princeGiven reign over no subjectsGranted no quest to seek glorySpoken of not in fear, reverence, or aweScion of the Earth; veins filled with no royal bloodYet now standing at the altar of truthBowed to by invisible masses... Continue Reading →
