When you are old

[Topaz]

When you are old and scarred, your beard grown gray,
and others in the Inn with tale and song
proclaim their deeds, then you will rise and say,
"Topaz praised me, when I was young and strong."

Then all will turn and look at you once more
with that same wonder that they see you now;
the very dust will whisper words of yore,
and glories past will shine upon your brow.

I shall be resting then in Cory's grace,
my battles ended and my soul at peace,
while you remain, the firelight on your face
still warm and bright, until your song shall cease.

Know, then, that like the echo of your name,
two things will never perish: love and fame.

Topaz

[Xanthias]

A fantastic piece! It brings feelings both of nostalgia and hope. Thank you Topaz!

[Kane of Admin]

This talk of old, this talk of fame,
Where are my warriors, my weavers of lore?
Where are my battle-bringers girded by flame,
The ones who would hammer down death's very door?

Where are my champions, my dragons of steel?
Too long are they gone as our honor took flight.
This legacy of Kane is a bite you will feel,
As your cold withered flesh shivers ice in the night.

Come valor, come fire, come venom, come zeal,
I challenge you all now to heed well this cry!
Come blood, come rage, come gritted ordeal,
Past glories and songs will soon fade with the sky.

The penance of age is the loss of your fame.
Glory be battle-bringers, defenders of shame.

K.

[Topaz]

[Blythe]

Admirable work

[Lavender]

Truely awesome!

[Rea Lignas]

Well said. Both of you are skilled with a pen.