Days, when the ball of our vision Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun; When the grasp on the bow was decision. And arrow and hand and eye were one; When the Pleasures, like waves to a swimmer. Came heaving for rapture ahead! - Invoke them, they dwindle, they glimmer As lights over mounds of the dead
Original TGE, Old Dragon High Council Any questions? Feel free to pm me.