Silence falls and darkness weeps
Even the chaos is stilled
As once more, time thrusts its blade into our hearts
And things begin to change

Shadows fall over the world
The demons quake in fear,
The angels silently shed their tears
The world is changed forevermore

For what are we guilty of?
A legacy fallen, a hero forgotten
As if his death was caused by us,
Are we all to be buried in the sands of time?

In our hearts, at least, they are remembered
Their stories told thousand fold over,
Drifting into folklore, to legend
But at the foundation of each myth is truth

In the wake of their death, a flower is born
Will history smile down upon them?
Who had the honor to count each breath they took?
We are left with but a memory

And in their footsteps do we mourn,
In their shadows do we walk,
In their tears are we inspired
And they live forevermore.

In rememberance of Riashain...

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Mayan, in the year 372 AF.