Born into this world with a cry of life,
We journey on to the river styx.
Upon our journey we must cross,
Many a restless sea, many a land full of frost,
And yet we march on an endless tread,
Through forests of death and dungeons of dread
Thus we move on through the blood soaked miles,
Wearing a jet black armor and an artful smile.
Passing broken spirits and muffled screams,
Passing wounded hearts and shattered dreams.
Singing songs of men and heroes past,
And finally approaching the river alas!
Signaling the ferry man to slow down,
A coin to charon and we move on!!!
By: Ahmed Manqadar
1st Year (Q-47)