Solstice The Keep
Who watches the watchers upon lunisolar shores Of grim forest lake, in telluric angor (Awake) yet I dreamt, as three suns had abade Of wyrmtongued, lurid, ill sired scions Who watches the watchers, who sought of their truth A leering abyss that beckons to fools But black pennants fly in a suffocating night Atop a keep of lore, where hope yet shines And black pennants reign in a suffocating night Atop a keep of lore, where hope yet shines
