Mighty and unbreakable.
My shadow is the darkness, of this land.
All folk fear me...
My windows are few...
Shining with the power, of uncountable ages...
Within me happen all...
Magic spells are cast.
All power dwelleth in me.
I am the doom of all.
For I hosteth him, that created, destiny and reality.
He that travel, in time and space.
Walking the paths, of life and death's twillight.
He that once, left his heart, in this land,
He that once, entered the iron gates, of me.
He leaves never but seldom,
his chambers within...
Perhaps now, his mind broods and plotts, unsaid dark thoughts.
Or perchance he is only sad?
