Backed by the faintest pink of skies
As the sun begins it's slow descent
Beyond the trees
Past the water
The fires light in patched sands
Front a castle where the crest flies
Off of armor the last light does glint
Times of ease
Grow ever closer
Voices yell through tired hands
And in the air are great goodbyes
To hardships that were present
When sounds cease
Anxieties tend to totter
A rising star brings light in bands
Bringing forth the newest tries
Looking for a message never sent
The answer would please
No other
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