Rubble

Hollowed heroes drifting into immensely grave stricken lands torn asunder by giants of old, billowing clouds loom ominously overhead, caverns of smoldering sacred slur lingerie. Inornate witnesses watching and waiting for their plunder. Delving desperately into the treasure of another, bathing in their glory commemorating shame engulfed by abandonment. The taste of the felling has come and their glory has turned to stone and rot, valor and strength in character has risen and flooded the once dry land barren of fortitude, now coxed to flourish to grow for the shameful have been cast and the valiant stand as does the character that lies within, amidst the mounds of once thought treasure seemingly only to be rubble.