Let the walls burn down,
Let the people come.
Hear the cries in town,
Hear the people's drum.
As we stand together beneath the night sky,
Watching flames grow higher and the guilty die.
I hold your hand and you hold me close,
Of all my treasures, I've missed you the most.
The moon begins to rise,
And redemptions in your eyes.
See the colors of the town,
As we burn it all down.
Our sacred tree that we sit against,
Keeps the rain condensed.
Hand in hand we will stand together,
As silhouettes in the burning fire.
Hand in hand we will die together,
As lovers with whom we both admire.
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The Tomes of Allagan: Vol. 1
PoetryPoetry fills volume 1, with each poem dedicated to one or more of people I hold near and dear to me.
