Bard's Song

Bard: There once was a time that Kingston, called King's Square, was full of human vitality.

Bard: At that time, countless people gathered to sing their songs.

Bard: About the beauty of this world, and the torment of existence.

The joy of birth and the sadness of passing.

Bard: Now, the songs can no longer be heard, and only the faint wails of those who have passed echo throughout this place.

Bard: The resting place of great heroes are buried under the remains, and the glory earned has been trampled under the vile feet of the invaders.

Bard: Perhaps, the brilliance of the past may never return to this place.

Bard: Yet, dreams of those glorious days returning continue.

The days that may never return again.