O wandering soul, searching for freedomFrom spiteful sorrows and searing strifeWander within, do not weather the storm,Undying are the woes of with'ring life. Weakened by malaise of melancholy,To succumb is the deed of feckless fools, Endeavour not to endure misery,A fiery flame ye shall further fuel.The mindless mind is weak only by choice,Deep inside lies …
The Forgers of Fantasy 