Prologue

When I reminisce about all those years

I see many things.

Life and Death strung together

like the Mountains and Valleys

in which we lived.

There was Wealth and Opulence

but also Tribulation and Loss.

There was Laughter and Song

and there was also Tears.

But even more than Tears

Blood was shed.

And so many were left

to their unadorned Graves, unburied.

But to us Death was just another Journey.

And close by the Darkness

through which we strode

there was also Light.

The Light of Life and Immortality.

And after All,

When I reminisce about those years,

I mostly remember our Songs.

We sang,

as if to drown out the Sound

of clashing Swords,

as if the Battle Cries fell silent.

Because War has lost its meaning.