Poem : A Blessing Of The Eighteenth Egyptian Dynasty

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe,
time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike,
and all that we were, all that remains,
is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

A blessing of the Eighteenth Egyptian Dynasty,

God be between you and harm, in all the empty places you walk.

Twilight Zone - Paladin of the Lost Hour



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