Happy Blogday

Dreams, magical, forgotten now by all but a few.

Realms of Autumn Twilight whence the dragons flew.

A fire, kindled, burning in the souls of those who 

gaze west into the dying fire, the hue 

of dusk and remember great battles and old friendships that knew 

no fear. How rare to 

feel the depth of true 

imagination. As the sands of our time run through

remember always the Centaur's wisdom and Eagle's view;

each of us holds a place in our hearts where all these legends grew.