The people cry, They cry for peace In the ever coming darkness. The king has grown Ill in sorrow. His wife hath died, his child hath cried, His advisor stole him away, The child escaped, the people have faith, that one day they will be revived. The child has grown, and has been forgotten by all, The king has died the advisor hath cried out, and taken over the land. The advisory grew dark, in mind and in heart, of sorrows grown deep and dark, The darkness descends, and apon the lands the people have given up hope. One who believed tried to succeed and bring peace to the land. He asked one with wisdom, what was to come, and how to bring back the peace A prophecy was born For the lost prince, Of Darkness and Of Light. What is to come no one can know, everyone makes their own fate A light shines in the dark of hope to the man, His fate was gone before long. What is to come of the kingdom of Raun, Rauntasia to those who know. Deep secrets will become once more known, As The story begins to unfold.
Fire_Sorceress_Phoanexa · Thu Dec 13, 2007 @ 09:27pm · 0 Comments |