Ever loved, yet ever sworn
to feud between ancient forlorn.
Frost and Flame, heart and sword
Weapons in hand, realms we seek.
Keeping guard of one's true heart.
Valor turns the heads of the Noble
And is loved by the weak.
When will be the day when the feuding
seek forgiveness?
The loved stop to see beauty and majesty?
Ever bound to War and Hate,
We can not stop now,
it is too late.
Magic surrounding the Realms of Despair,
ever changing
the feeling
of the air.
Hearts now
folding,
hands now
holding
Love ever blooming
from its crimson
blood petals.
Is this the ending of our story?
No, it is only the
beginning.
YOU ARE READING
Here's to...
PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
