So you want to hear a story
A time of myth and glory?
Dear child we have no such thing
Only the last line of kings.
Those that rule on high
Who were once dreamers who stared at the sky.
But that was five hundred years ago
As we now live below
A ritual see,
Done by the fatherly
To grant eternal life to his son
Who only wanted to read and be done.
Yet with the plan revealed
The third kept himself concealed;
Till the time it began
When he ran out to the man.
Now not one but two immortal
Who sundered life's great portal
The blood of ancients in their veins
As they sought a life that they could change.
Five hundred years they've lived
Sharing all they had to give
A vow in the forbidden heart
That broke the old family apart
That is why the Witchearts rule
Instead these two brothers cool
Their passion for each other
Violated every law book's cover.
So that is why they away to the surface
To have another purpose
We bless their names still
As they had the gall to break the governments will
Richard and Damian Dumar
The last true kings of this empire.