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Where have all the heroes gone?

The world is pale and silent ash

I could sit here, on the cliff

Surrounded by swords until my body falls into yours

The grass grows through my fingers

I taste salt of Ablazuli and hear the scrypt of grave

The Sun rising to meet me

Abandoning darkness in a scorching rage

Graveside

If I had an Onw

If I had a father to see standing, smiling

My tether is unraveling now

While my lungs are heaving

Graveside

I realize I’ve been sitting here for at day come past

Hoping you will come back, rising gasping out of the dirt

Where have all the heroes gone?

I guess we have exactly what we deserve

Surrounded by all the swords, above you, Graveside, I cry; “How can I go on?”

But then, as a gift. I see it,

Azradin

Graveside

I feel you here