Heroes of the Ever Realms

From the Journals of Wren Nightsong: A Thousand Brilliant Sashes

There’s music playing in the woods
But is it even there?
A jaunty tune that pulls us in
There’s something in the air …
They treated us like family
But left us with despair.

Time may have forgotten you,
Your caravan is ashes,
But we’ll tie your memory to our hearts
Like a thousand, brilliant sashes.

There’s silence hanging in the woods,
We know that it is there.
A memory of that grievance,
Lingers in the air.
We’ll remember them like family,
And not cave to despair.

Time may have forgotten you,
You perished in the flames,
But we’ll tie your spirits to our hearts
And make music of your names.

Time may have forgotten you,
Your caravan is ashes,
But we’ll tie your memory to our hearts,
Like a thousand, brilliant sashes.

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