
A cold and stony fortress
Stands molding in the forest
The bones of its defenders
Long since turned to dust
Still hid deep within
In a chamber dark and dim
A shining crown lies dormant
Until the keeper comes
Read. Write. Live.
A cold and stony fortress
Stands molding in the forest
The bones of its defenders
Long since turned to dust
Still hid deep within
In a chamber dark and dim
A shining crown lies dormant
Until the keeper comes