Poems from Texanon
Oh Alexandria, how keenly your death stings.
At the time of your death, the only emotions felt were that of hate.
Now, with your halls in...
Hail kinsman, it is I, Connor of kindred Cline, those that have called the crashing waves and coasts of our cold North Sea homeland.
The...
It is not like the stories you once read
those men did not once show their ache
you did not think how much you soon bled
you held on, no...
things change suddenly
i win so that i may live
the events still live on
hot winds blows across
the tall grass rolls like the sea
my homeland loves me