10-07-2010 12:51 | Komentarze: 0
The road was long, through maze and moor,
To gates of glass, all too secure
Through which we see the damning sights
Of true Arcadian allure.
Our swords are stained with blood of knights,
Our garments torn by darkling frights,
Our faces stained by love and hate,
Yet we have gained these fina...