In her silence, there is a storm waiting to rise.

His eyes pierce the darkness; the sword carves the path.

the power arises in the flame, but few can wield it without getting burnt.

Even the quietest paths lead to grand adventures.

Each step echoes, swallowed by the darkness that awaits.

In the wild, a king’s heart beats quietly, waiting for the moment to rise.

Sacrifice built his kingdom, but it is wisdom that holds it together.

That still only counts as one! Counting kills, but never questioning loyalty.

One last flicker, then all that’s left is the silence of those eyes.

The Beauty Of Middle Earth

Beneath the stone, the shadow of flame opens its eyes.

In the face of defeat, strength refuses to fall.

Beneath the still waters, unspoken pacts are forged.

No hope survives.

Light offers love, darkness offers power. Which would you embrace?

Serene grace, Rohirrim fire.

Every gaze holds a story untold.

Every strike you take shapes the weapon you become.

Within his allure, a darkness stirs, waiting to consume all.