Written In Sand

The rules were written upon the sand
Or perhaps it was a poem
The tide is turning under blood red moon
Hear the trees and forest moan
The iron fortress was overthrown
Women, children, house and home
And not a whisper could be heard
Not a soul besides my own

The commoners have come and gone
I held their hope within my hand
The conquerors have bled me dry
The stories written in the sand

My foes are slain
Strewn across this land
Among the ruin and debris
Forgotten treasures lay buried deep
Dug up and waiting for a key
My lover's lost among the beasts and ghouls
Her eyes I fear I may not see

The commoners have come and gone
I held their hope within my hand
The conquerors have bled me dry
The stories written in the sand

The commoners have come and gone
I held their hope within my hand
The conquerors have bled me dry
The stories written in the sand

The commoners have come and gone
I held their hope within my hand
The conquerors have bled me dry
The stories written in the sand

The stories written in the sand
The stories written in the sand