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Written by: Maldaathi Tyn, Squire of Mhaldor
Date: Wednesday, June 30th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone
I want to follow the wind.
Let it lead my way.
Show me the worlds beauty.
Find me a place to stay.
Instead I follow my sword.
In honour and in glory.
In death and in defeat.
Fighting my way up.
All the way up to a higher seat.
Complex is my mind.
Living with two sides.
A coin constantly thrown up.
On which side will it land?
I enjoy the finer things.
Yet I destroy them with my own hand.
Watch them grow a new.
From it’s own dust within the sand.
Enemies die, allies fall.
Death comes to us all.
Fire burns the land in war.
Blood feeds the land a new.
The present is here, the future is far.
Tomorrow is only for a few.
Some things must be done.
Some things will remain a dream.
Not always are things what they seem.
Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 367 AF.
no subject (haven't titled it.)
Written by: Maldaathi Tyn, Squire of Mhaldor
Date: Wednesday, June 30th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone
I want to follow the wind.
Let it lead my way.
Show me the worlds beauty.
Find me a place to stay.
Instead I follow my sword.
In honour and in glory.
In death and in defeat.
Fighting my way up.
All the way up to a higher seat.
Complex is my mind.
Living with two sides.
A coin constantly thrown up.
On which side will it land?
I enjoy the finer things.
Yet I destroy them with my own hand.
Watch them grow a new.
From it’s own dust within the sand.
Enemies die, allies fall.
Death comes to us all.
Fire burns the land in war.
Blood feeds the land a new.
The present is here, the future is far.
Tomorrow is only for a few.
Some things must be done.
Some things will remain a dream.
Not always are things what they seem.
Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 367 AF.