Through Chains That Drag Us Downward
de Xanthochroid
There are few of us who know
What wonders we were shown
In the visions of our youth
For children, as we were
Think only half formed thoughts
And now, as men, we recollect
A dull and shattered dream
But some of us awake
With phantasms so strange
Enchanted hills and golden plains
And cities made of stone
Where ancient heroes rode
Caparisoned with gold
We come alive and then we know
We’ve looked back through the gates
The gates the Forest Keeper made
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