Through the old forsaken mist,
Past the old crumbling wall,
Lies a past not soon forgotten,
Through love and hate,
...
My name is Twinky C. Alamora. My name is my own. I live in my imagination. My love is my hope. I soon will be well, well as can be. My soul shall be well once more.)
The Old Kingdom
Through the old forsaken mist,
Past the old crumbling wall,
Lies a past not soon forgotten,
Through love and hate,
It has overcome all.
The slight wind,
A brush from the past,
A steady stream,
Carving the land,
The old kingdom stands tall.
The moving prairie,
The song of the trees,
The whisper of the wind,
The scream of the falls,
A love not forgotten.
The old kingdom,
Strong as can be,
Shall live in us,
Through the sounds,
And the sights.