I travel to the land where stars die.
To the desert where the heavens fall.
In my wake I leave my triumphs.
Riding the path paved with the vanquished.
To martyrdom or sainthood the road is the same.
Victory and sacrifice, the sides of the coin.
As age approaches my regret increases.
Wrong or right I must see it to the end.
My spells failing, my blades breaking.
The last of my fight fled my mortal body.
Here among the sands I perish, reclaimed by the lands.
The story ended, my legend begun.
By Nicholas Byrley
It all has to end somewhere, right?