by Rene Pietersen

Created on: August 12, 2009

Oh, I walk the merry road,
I've longed to often tread.
Dreams of knowledge do I seek,
To fill an empty head.
Winding paths will take me home,
To realm bathed by the light.
Castle like a sentinel,
Stands tall, awash with white.

Brightvale! Oh! The golden land,
I seek your wisdom now.
Here I'll dwell to learn and teach,
So sacred is my vow.
Past the wheel that spirals quick,
Beyond the potion store.
A world of wisdom doth await,
A realm I must explore.

Books containing ancient lore,
What secrets may they yield?
Hearty bounty, vibrant fruit,
Hand-picked from yonder field.
Merry motes, alight with hope,
A chance to show their might!
Glaziers with fire hot,
Where glass is formed, alight.

Inhale scent on warmest wind,
Indulge the sunlit gleam.
Here wise Hagan gently rules,
Beloved, in high esteem.
Forsaking lands I've seen before,
Mere memories of the past.
Brightvale, the wisest realm,
And I am home, at last

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