Tag: Poetry


The Morning Sun

This is a song once sung centuries ago by the sons and daughters of Ayrlaston to raise their spirits and rally their hearts as they marched to into battle at the behest of their Kings.


Sun Kissed & Moon Blessed

The ancient race of Ayl’far were united as one A vast and blessed realm of grace they had long become Until war and partition shattered the light that shone Now they are divided, this once sacred union undone


What She Sees

She sees towers in a city of silver and gold The light of the sun shines warm and bright Banners flying majestic for nobility bold A gathering of revelry awaits her this night

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