Sun set at Bawangaja

Mythic legends,

Haunted times,

Valued guests of ancient lines,

Come hither and stride on well worn paths,

Silent,

Merging with the dark,

Ungird your armour,

Drop your shield

Cast your sword into the field,

Let the battle weary yield,

And peace reign in your heart.

 

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