Forgivith those
who are among
the conscience list
of all thy wrong
you'll become
I say this bleak
before you go numb
and I become weak

there's somthing strong
through me it flows
it comes from a tree
of this you must know
for blood that dies
my ancestry grows

so like the wizard
with his powerful staff
my destiny is war
as laid out in my path
keep feeding me fire
turn this native to ash
then keep me real close
as the gates Brawden fast

thoughts of me
as will be your last
weeping in your sorrow
at the gates you'll never pass

© Sarah J Laird