TeblynLedrios

A man who sails each day to fish for food knows rivers, seas, and streams from end to end. But he shall never see what one man viewed when once he sailed beyond the river's bend. A tree lined path with blossoms falling free, the scent of peaches carried on the breeze. At river's end the fisher man did see A peaceful town where time, it seemed, would freeze. In ancient times the people hid from war and built a village far from evil's kind, where peach trees grew for miles along the shore, which only men of peaceful heart can find. Perhaps you'll find the place of which I sing, Where peach trees bloom, and time's forever spring.

In days gone by when dragons roamed the skies, the morning air was sweet with rain and dew. The guardian spirits daily would arise and bless the land with rain and life anew. But man was not content to share the earth and set the land ablaze with fires of war. No rain could save the land or give new birth and dragons do not fly here anymore. The guardian spirits, in a valley hid two lifetimes long, away from war and fires. While man killed man and for the land did bid, a game of death o'er foolish man's desires. And now, man weeps, as near draws his demise, For days gone by when dragons roamed the skies.