Role

Chapter 7

Gren finally finish his latest art. Took up six pages. Gren's writing still
too big, though at least waste less paper now. Gren carries with him where
ever goes, but starts to wonder if this risky. Gren thinks will write big
art in this book then hide book so noone find. Then if blue giants take
all Gren's shinies again not get only copies of Gren's art.
Gren call this one prevail. Show to Lord Gaspare soon. Was looking for
person to sing but only bard who will talk with Gren always drunk. Nuh
matter, Gren sure there someone, just busy making art somewhere.
An empty life is that which lacks
A drive or dream to claim;
Be that great glory or power,
Or something most profane.
To know that you shall have your due
No matter cost incurred;
Endure through all contempt that comes,
Let their jeers go unheard.
Failure, assured, such things are known
It cannot come to pass;
They look but will not see the truth,
As through a broken glass.
For those that seek a path is there
Though it may be a quest to walk;
Yet when the chance is granted you,
Strike like a diving hawk.
Triumph, glory, a dream awaits
Inspiration most profound;
Despite all mockery conveyed,
A victory abound.
So go, take up weapon or voice
The driven do not fail;
Though you may stumble on the way,
In darkness we prevail.