Work Text:
Lit nights, friendly places,
Men and gods
Tea with familiar faces,
The fort no longer,
Instead outdoor,
A place to rest and laugh,
Now changed for friends,
A place of beauty,
And symbols of peace in a world of dead ends.
Rain pours heavy,
Night lasts long,
Yet faces smile brightly,
The time is right,
Even with pain,
And an upcoming fight.
After day breaks,
The party goes on,
And much more laughter ensues,
A queue of music,
A sound of Night,
In a place so scenic,
A simple moment in a world of chaos,
A simple smile,
Not hidden, not torn.
Trapped gods and players,
Building as one,
Plagued by trails and unanswered prayers.