Twilight of the West
1 min readJul 23, 2020
The western winds do blow,
the fallen flags will melt the snow.
The rain brings the drain,
your death will not be in vain.
The black forests awake,
the ancient elvenhalls hear the clink of swords.
The white mountains call,
beware, for we embrace the fall!
The rivers dance with passion,
the quiet ones are now wilder than flames.
The endless fields whisper,
legionaries rise their heads again.
The old Gods descend among mortals,
for these brave ones are worthy of ascend.
The thunderous clouds roar,
and the Gates of Valhalla open!
From my book Morpheus
