Post by ShadowCryssy on Nov 1, 2012 15:12:25 GMT -5
Harks flicked as the stallion surveyed the landscape, deep puffs emitting from his nostrils. Scars marred his chestnut pinto boyce, and a sad frown was upon his maw. With a great sigh the stag made his way toward the beautiful lands of his fallen comrade, wishing he didn't have to convey the sad news to the golden stag's herd.
Jasper had asked the scarred stallion to take over his lands and herd if he didn't make it, the battle was won, but the gold stallion had fallen. Now it was time for the red stag to keep his promise, and keep it he would.
Let the summers come and go
Let the foals whinny and show
For the Gold King has fallen
Where no wind blows
Where the land soaks in dirt and mud
Where everything has come and gone
No sun shall touch the Kingdom of blood
The rise of Red
The fall of Gold
Let the past be shed
Friend or Foe
A new beginning
To a new end
A new hope
To a new dream
Jasper had asked the scarred stallion to take over his lands and herd if he didn't make it, the battle was won, but the gold stallion had fallen. Now it was time for the red stag to keep his promise, and keep it he would.
Let the summers come and go
Let the foals whinny and show
For the Gold King has fallen
Where no wind blows
Where the land soaks in dirt and mud
Where everything has come and gone
No sun shall touch the Kingdom of blood
The rise of Red
The fall of Gold
Let the past be shed
Friend or Foe
A new beginning
To a new end
A new hope
To a new dream
