Written In Sand

The rules were written upon the sand Or perhaps it was a poem The tide is turning under blood red moon Hear the trees and forest moan The iron fortress was overthrown Women, children, house and home And not a whisper could be heard Not a soul besides my own The commoners have come and gone I held their hope within my hand The conquerors have bled me dry The stories written in the sand My foes are slain Strewn across this land Among the ruin and debris Forgotten treasures lay buried deep Dug up and waiting for a key My lover's lost among the beasts and ghouls Her eyes I fear I may not see The commoners have come and gone I held their hope within my hand The conquerors have bled me dry The stories written in the sand The commoners have come and gone I held their hope within my hand The conquerors have bled me dry The stories written in the sand The commoners have come and gone I held their hope within my hand The conquerors have bled me dry The stories written in the sand The stories written in the sand The stories written in the sand