CRADLE OF BONES | Graphic Wars

flames rose high, embers of fire burning everything slowly and steadily to dust.

the dragons of the old, wandered the skies, battered and bruised.

the wars had left them tired, weary and left them longing for home.

homes which were destroyed by man, the mighty beast of prey, were forced to retreat.

flying through highlands of doom, sirens howl and other perilous landscapes, the dragons took refuge in the rocks of dawn's hill.

renaming it Dawn's Refuge.

rebuilding a castle from tears,
ashes and bones,
muddled lines of fate and dreams,
fears growing in,
courage dwindling,
like the eternal flame,
a spark of fire still burning,
in the rain.

hope survived,
even when,
their lives were at brink.

picking up,
sheaths and swords,
fire and ice,
metal and wood,
desert and storms,
They forged a civilization,
a rebirth, after their apparent doom.

welcome to "Cradle of Bones."

Current cover by @misssarcastic_27