Thursday, May 30, 2013

For nine silly ideas, who once were knights
For gold, stretched with crystal ice
For blots of ink, and swings of sword
For black lettered pages, for wine coloured nights
For hope, for laughter, for the greener side
For the hunger still unsatisfied
For smoke filled dungeons, and tamed green dragons
For hills, for rivers, for the surging tide.
The division bell rings and it's time to sing
Requiem for the dream that'd never suffice.



- That's how I remember the FC at LBSNAA...and the gang of nine who made it unforgettable.