On a planet distant from our own
A winter scene with mountains
Two moons hanging lowly
As a snow encrusted ruin stands
Where a lord used to call home
Armored and armed
Covered in furs
A lord of a domain
He'd ride for days patrolling his land
Watching for incursions
Of the winter kin
Of the drakkon wyrm
Of the beast men
Who tormented the empire's northern reach
The lord surveyed the mark
For the empire
And its citizens
Rode the pathways
Rode the trails
Loyally
With his scouts
With an army prepared
To respond
The scene is silent now
For the winter storms have raged
Since the planet cooled
And life retreated far within
The cold, distant place
