Gone are those days, glorious days of old,
When wonderous tales were spun of the strong and bold.
Ruin lies everywhere, though we hide it well,
None has been the same, since the great leader fell.
Gone are those days, glorious days of old,
When courage blossomed freely, as valued as gold.
The tide wallows in, and out with a gasp,
Each mind here today can the idea barely clasp.
When courage blossomed freely, as valued as gold,
We once blocked the fury of a world so cold.
Now we sift through our broken, shattered lives,
Hoping to find something, to keep our spirits alive.
We once blocked the fury of a world so cold,
But gone are those days, glorious days of old.
Our hopes and dreams, now long-gone thoughts,
Spirits dampened and fevered, each one quick to cast their lots.
Now gone are those days, glorious days of old,
Tales no longer whispered of the strong and bold.
Courage once blossomed freely, as valued as gold,
Are now lost in a world, filled with fury and cold.
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No clue really where this came from, I was thinking of using it for a story, but I figured "what have I got to lose?", so now, this is what some creatures may think during a siege, possibly, even Redwall, if somebeast were gone.
This is mostly just random, so bare with me.
Zealak Silverdirk