A Memory of Dawn
The sun has long set,
Long gone is its light.
This world is now under,
The domain of night.
…
The touch of ice spreads,
Scars flesh like a knife.
Our fires, they fade,
Fleeting is life.
…
Winter has come,
Clouds cover the sky.
The gods stand unmoved,
By our mortal cries.
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And from lands of winter,
They emerge from the dark.
With spiders and wights,
Lines of death so stark.
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The living are helpless,
Gazes long forlorn.
For this is the winter,
Long forgotten's the dawn.
…
Some speak of a hero,
One with sword of light.
But that is a fable,
In this time of Long Night.
