A song of truth and fire bright,

Will ever be echoed through’t the night.

Of legend old and in the make,

Of braver ones who give and take.

The glitter of the strongest mail

When always through the dark prevails;

Of blade from hardest iron wrought

That strikes the wicked as were fought

In deep caverns gloomed with age

Of silent burning fearful sage.

A song of laughter- good and evil

Of small fortune and great upheaval;

Full of dancing spritely lights

As flickers set all woe to rights.

Of swaying meadow as pilgrims pass

Through raspy ever-springing grass.

Of fearful danger looming ‘round,

Of loyal friends whose love abounds.

Impossible mountains in path’s way

But eternal aid beside the prey

The legend forever lit on tongue,

The tale to tell eternal strung.

The dying breath of enemy daunting,

Wilt never be in fable wanting;

While fire burns to warm from frost,

Ever told will be the cost

Of courage spent in battle noble

And resolve in heroes deemed immobile;

Of deep hate flamed inside the heart

But more wilt be of love never to part.