A foul wind blows off the wastes
Across a border set in stone
A land caught in winter's embrace
A fortress stands,
Stark and steadfast against the dark
Walls that have broken sword and tooth
Helmeted sentries
Alert and ready upon the ramparts
Never knowing peace
Wed only to death
Within the walls, life goes on
The chatter of townsfolk,
Hawkers shouting their wares,
The stomp of armoured feet
Marching to the city's heart
The keep
The citadel at the heart
Firm and steadfast
Held by men of valour,
Peace favour their swords.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 9:33 PM UTC
A foul wind blows off the wastes
Across a border set in stone
A land caught in winter's embrace
A fortress stands,
Stark and steadfast against the dark
Walls that have broken sword and tooth
Helmeted sentries
Alert and ready upon the ramparts
Never knowing peace
Wed only to death
Within the walls, life goes on
The chatter of townsfolk,
Hawkers shouting their wares,
The stomp of armoured feet
Marching to the city's heart
The keep
The citadel at the heart
Firm and steadfast
Held by men of valour,
Peace favour their swords.
(c) Jesse Bourque
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