As the trees grow tall and wide, As the rivers meander side to side, As the meadows inhale and creatures reside, I remember the things that warm me inside. As the birds flock and start to sing, As the journey will always begin. As human angels need ...
not use their wings, I remember the things that comfort within. A Herald sits atop a wind swept hill in the land of Aevalore. He has an important message for the Queen, but she has been murdered. This epic poem describes the trials of the Herald who is more than what is first apparent.
Number of pages: 69
Date of publication: 28/02/2011
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