The Dragons Are Gone

These days are long,

But these hours so brief.

Our will may be strong,

But so too is our grief.

Our vision was obscured,

So to shroud the disaster ahead.

Now the plague has been cured,

And the Dragon is dead.

The days were long,

And these hours were fleeting.

But now we sing our song,

For The Empire is Advancing,

And the dragons are gone.