auteur83

This Kingdom... A place of splendor and tranquility, of happy occupation, It shines in the distance, beyond the chasms of damnation. I yearn to see its towers and flowing banners, to walk its hallowed streets, To hear the songs they sing, the words they bring, their talk of amazing feats. I must persevere through my trials, endure through pain and toil. I must fight in long wars that cast my blood and sweat upon the soil. I must guard against pride, as triumph and victory walk beside me, Arrogance, vanity are foes, just as failure to reach the walls of my city. To pass through the gates of kings, to be celebrated in their hall, I dream