Ancient stones
blood and bones
Endless faceless names
Sons and mothers
friends and lovers
some who died in vain
their legacy rests in etched names
Coursing through underground veins
Our blood is red and falls like rain
Their bones are sharp and cold
A thousand faces
a thousand years
But yet, the timeless music lingers
Summer, through frosty dew winter
Strange melodies sung once more
Until legacies die at death's door
I often listen to the Skyrim soundtrack when I'm writing, it's so beautiful and nostalgic for me. This is one I wrote while listening to Ancient Stones, enjoy <3
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