Note what you are about to read is a poem inspired by The Lord Of The Rings and Texas some of stuff. If you these if poems and such things are boring to you then go on to the next post if not scroll down.
There was once a city called Daren. It’s walls were of pure steel, it’s roads were lined with gold. And there lay the great forts of old. Withered and destroyed, yet one may still endure. O’ of the great forts of old one still endures. O’ the Fort Appox and it’s withered walls of old, for it stands not alone. It’s walls may not shine, it’s gate may not shimmer yet the flag still is flown. A lamp it is in the night, a spark in the ashes, a twig in the aftermath of the burning. But a time will come when the night will fail, when a fire will rise, when a tree will come of the twig. As long as the flag of the eagle still stands upon the walls of old
There was once a city called Daren. It’s walls were of pure steel, it’s roads were lined with gold. And there lay the great forts of old. Withered and destroyed, yet one may still endure. O’ of the great forts of old one still endures. O’ the Fort Appox and it’s withered walls of old, for it stands not alone. It’s walls may not shine, it’s gate may not shimmer yet the flag still is flown. A lamp it is in the night, a spark in the ashes, a twig in the aftermath of the burning. But a time will come when the night will fail, when a fire will rise, when a tree will come of the twig. As long as the flag of the eagle still stands upon the walls of old