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Templar
Where is the light to guide the way?
Where is the path so that my feet yet may?
Seek the destination of dreams.
Back here again 10 years it seems.
To matter not the time that flies
as morning births, nightime dies.
I start again but now I'm old
Treading slowly through the cold.
Were once I raced head long into the dragons jaws
We stare at each other while the frostbitten corpes thaw.
Across the desolate, broken land
No glory left, just the will to stand.
I have my sword, I have my shield,
It has its destructive will to yield.
As it strikes, darkness moves in
Can I truly shine the light within?
