Forever more, forever here,
The one who watches over,
When day grows dark,
And light grows dim.
He seeks and finds to his suprise,
A war within a realm of wonder!
A war of words, a war of wit,
A war between a Legend and a Wayfarer.
Of load of crap, of axes sharp,
They tirelessly wrote, a word, a verse,
One after one and more and MORE,
Until he came along.
He looked around and listened hard,
Only to lose it all and laugh out loud,
Lord Thazer's grin, forever cold.
Lord Thazer's voice, forever dry.
Who speaks of load of crap and axes sharp?
Why are they here, now today,
Of all the times they could have come,
They picked the worst indeed.
Am I forgotten, a myth perhaps?
A myth that comes alive today,
To find him beloved realm at war,
A war of words and wit!
What I am doing back in here,
Why am I here, between a Legend and a Wayfarer,
Two fools that dared to disturb my rest,
A Legend Dimmed and Wayfarer Lost.
So run along, away from here,
Into the forest of forgettness,
Into the void, where from I came,
Into my load of crap, and axes sharp.
A warning now, to you my friends,
Play not with things that sharp and smelly,
For if you do, know this, my friends,
You'll end up in the bag of crap and axes sharp.
And so he turns and fades away,
As if he never been here,
Forever more, forever here,
The one who watches over.
