Thoughts- secrets mingle in the dark Memories of Winter take us back To the start Where we once stood, Facing our demon as he peered from Beneath his hood.
Yet here we stand after defeating The trials. Still tall- Victorious after many a mile Of tribulations that almost broke What we spent a lifetime continuing To stoke. And still this fire burns Engraved in our hearts for so long. Forever letting us know, to whom We truly belong.
Memories are our strongest weapon.. But also our weakest armour.