Before the moon burned, great and bright
above those men who, in the night
tell tales of fright to children near
of Dragon's breath and Dragon's lair
It did, when once the void was split
the Daemons kilt, the darkness lit
shine cold, before the sun was warm
and see the mighty winged ones born.
The winged ones saw the seas unmoved
the hills uncarved; a world unproved
they heard the first young creature cry;
vowed not to let this beauty die
The flowering plant, the stretching tree
with spirits dwelling quietly
the thundering horse, the buzzing fly
the fish, the falcon in the sky
And mighty man, who as a babe
upon his mother's breast was laid
was also held by Dragon's claw
kept warm by fire from Dragon's maw.
Unaware of us they grew
seasons turned, the centuries flew
we had no need of fire or claw
to keep the balance or natural law
Until, from bark and mottled shade,
spirits came and bodies made
choosing over wooded glen
the knowledge of the ways of men.
Fair of face as Summer's sky
strong of limb, they did not die!
they'd chosen over life and death
Magic's strength and Magic's breath
Their magic poisoned beast and flower
and fed the human greed for power.
The fools thought they were doing good
by changing stream course, beast and wood!
How dare they do this to our earth,
to us, those present at it's birth
steal from us to the last insect
the life that we vowed to protect?
We flew at them from sunburnt clouds
their homes we choked with fiery shrouds
we hounded them from shore to shore;
the world at last heard Dragon's roar!
But, to meet our towering rage
was Elfin bow and Elfin mage
their magic shafts pierced wing and scale;
Elf, and Dragon, fell like hail.
O foolish world, we watched you grow
we orchestrate the tides and snow
to free you from this curse we killed;
but with hate for us, your breast was filled;
So that man, seeing Elfin die
grasps his sword and gives a cry;
he will not rest till we are dead-
until he has his Guardian's head!
Fair faced ones, we hunt you still
we'll kill all whom we have to kill
so that our world may be at peace;
we kill to see your Elf-Curse cease!
Keep up the writing,
