Re: [RP HS] Fire and Blood
Life is a dream — that knows no shade.
Life is a dream — of pain and woe.
A dream from which — we pray to wake.
A dream from which — we wake and go.
Who would sleep — when the new dawn waits?
Who would sleep — when the sweet winds blow?
A dream must end — when the new day comes.
This dream from which — we wake and go.
In the plains before the Dornish mountains, the Aiel met the massed armies of the great Tyrells and for three days fought a desperate battle without quarter or mercy.
Three days and three nights of attack and withdraw, Three days and three nights in which, despite fearful losses, the warriors of the great Tyrells held back the advances of the fierce Aiel of Dorne - the three fold lands.
On the fourth day, the Tyrell had been broken.
