The Autumn Light

November 11, 2018 Harold Tor-Daenens

The Autumn Light

These ancient woods in chorus sing
Tales of past lives the present ring
Men fought men for reasons none
Blood and tears shed maids and sons
Will you never learn,
You persistent fools?
For all the gold, glory and god you fight
Will fade and fall in the first autumn light.

Harold Tor - - The Autumn Light

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