The Equinox Road - Oceny użytkowników
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 final heights.
We stand as one, our shoulders straight,
So proud that we have bested Fate.
And yet the tests have just begun,
For we must try the looming gate.
We're at road's end, the race is ru...