Up to the mountains I rise, while birds descend beside the tide. The sun ascends in sovereign might, and people stand admiring its light. Golden rays fill every sight, bathing the world in brilliance bright, until the marching knights rode through, and trampled peace where flowers once grew. The rivers once with silver gleam, now carried blood instead of dreams. The silent town, once calm and still, was swallowed by a violent will. Screams echoed endlessly through my head, lingering like forgotten meds. I reeked of struggles, scars, and fears, bound by memories through the years. Yet amidst the grief and sorrow spread, I held the hands of the beloved dead, while distant laughter softly stayed— a ghost of joy that would not fade. And there I stood beneath the sky, watching kingdoms fall and die, while the mountains witnessed all below, where life and death together flowed.