We stand in silent wonder, dreaming dreams we can’t forget, all while the dragon passes o’re dressed in grey and clouded mist. I think I am myself tonight, and so take up the pen; I hope I’ll set it down alright before I’m caught with Maskull’s grin.
The dead fear ghosts of ancient days
who have no memory of home
for such a fire in them blaze
forevermore the earth they roam.
Tale Told 