Long ago, a tale not told,
Of hero seeking better home;
A tale filled with sword and woe
A saga truth be told!
His name unknown, strength within,
Became his song unsung;
His tale of sorrow, unending foes,
Passed through time by tounge.
He stood tall, tall and proud
Among the faceless crowd;
Seeking not to blend right in
He stuck out in the lounge;
Truth be told he did not care,
Care for sight nor sound;
He seeks his soul for some kind of answer
To his many cancers.
He sat alone at a bar one night
A stormy night it was,
He began to think of worlds outside
His homely home of homes.
He took his horse, his sword, his sheath
And left for untold riches;
Never to return once more
To life of boring niches.
He journyed through the forest deep
Not finding what he sought,
Knowing not what to look for
He searched through all this rot.
He came upon a tower stone
No mortar holding it up,
Yet vines did make their way on up
Up, up up.
He entered carefully through open gate
Peering just inside,
Seeing animals of old
Running freely: wild.
He saw some men near the campfire
Quietly exchanging words,
When a wolf on hindlegs came upon
And transformed, quite absurd!
Our hero knowing not what happened
Panicked, tripped and fell;
Fell into the river deep
That ran it's way to hell.
The Druids heard and came to aid
But they were far behind;
Our hero lay on river's bed
Alone, yet had not died.
Clinging on for his dear life
The tree started to give,
Roots unrooting, slowly, sinking:
Our hero was underbid.
He began to chant some words unknown
Unheard of by the Druids:
The roots began to take their hold
Digging deeper, deeper, deeper.
The tree sprung into life anew
As if some awesome sapling;
He held as long as needed for
The Druids to come calling.
One by one the the animals
had rushed outside the keep,
Watching slowly, silently seeking
The death of our hero's feat.
Not knowing what he had just done
Our hero climbed to shore,
The Druids knowing not what to say
Just turned towards the door.
They headed back to their stone keep,
Calling friends among them,
The bears and wolves who did not heel
Just vanished, no sights among them.
The Druids looked concerened once more
Their companions swiftly fleeing,
Ran inside their mortarless keep
And shut the gate a'screaming.
Our hero still outside once more
Through and through confused,
Continued on his path once more
Through this everlasting mood.
He exited the forest deep
And came upon a town,
A small town, a quiet town,
A town to don a gown.
He journyed to the inn that night
And knocked upon their door,
Answered by some man with light
Knowledged by ancient lore.
He paid his fee, was shown his room
Where he thought his day over,
Of vine-embraced stone towers
And Druids seeking powers.
He thought about that tree once more
Which had been only dying,
Ressurected by unknown chant
Had scared away the unfaded.
He lay in bed in restless thought
Of which he might have done,
Shrugged it off with one last sigh
Knowing of no puns.
He dreamt of dreams of greater dreams
Of which had not been dreamt before:
Might this be some dreamer's dream,
His quest to awaken him from slumber?
In dead of night he shot right up
The sweat ran down his face,
What if this had all been true;
Might he have not existed?
He pondered this once more again
Exhausted, barely breathing,
He lay back down once more again
Just barely existing.
The rooster crowed the town awoke
The inn became alive,
Of maids awakening their guests
And inviting them to dine.
The elf that knocked on hero's door
Did not know what to say;
It was as if they knew each other
Never have once met before.
They stared at one another a while
With gaping mouths unclosing,
Their thoughts and dreams a'mingling
Without them ever knowing.
The bell of rounding, rings a'sounding
The two come out of trance;
Sheepishly exchanging greetings,
They go to break their fast.
They are seated 'cross from one another
Exchanging sights once more,
They talk of old and ever lasting
Days that once held lore.
They miss the days of magic gone
Of dragons flying high,
The days in which adventurers
Could live on, not in the mind.
They break to clean, she is not seen
Our hero feels some sorrow;
He must leave and continue his journey
To untold riches, to tomorrow!
He rides a horse, given from the keeper,
Away from that small town;
She sees him riding off into the sunset
Making sounds.
He forgets his days at the town of old
That Elvish girl all told,
He finds a group of bounty hunters
A Barbarian and a Sorcerer.
They practice arts not known to man
All rituals of old,
They became a travelling trio
Who slays all those who are worth their gold.
They travel far, far and wide
Their fame reaches throughout the globe;
The town becomes known as his jounney's start
The Druids his dear foes.
His origins not known where from
Are a mystery to all,
Only she, the Elvish girl knows
That he is none at all.
They meet again in dark of day
When the moon ecplised the sun;
They shared a moment to themselves
As everlasting as some.
She could never forget herself of him,
She always thought of him;
He did not remember her
Their time was sure to begin.
She told him that she understood
His past was gone and broken;
She too was an outcast breed
Sent from heaven's brethren
He did not believe the words
That he was hearing then,
That he was of some demon sort
The same as which he hat slain..
He looked at her with eyes of terror
Seeking help, not asking;
She understood and took his hand
And showed him inner castings.
She too, part demon Elf,
A Human not purebred,
The same as our hero, by and by
Although not wolf descent.
She taught her magic to him well
So that he may control his powers,
He mastered them as much as he knew
How to cultivate a flower.
Bad as he was, magic inept
He gained some inner knowledge
Of demon workings, whose worshippers
Gaining follwers on that ridge.
He set his mind upon this case
To vanquish every demon;
He realized that he and her
Were of that same clan, of demons.
His quest at hand was to slay themselves
Banish from this realm
He could not bring down the blade
Upon that Elvish human.
They ran away to mountains high
Away from human sight,
Where even birds dared not to fly
Dragons tried with might.
The couple lived on through the ages
Never knowing what else,
Though they knew that they themselves
Were demons nonetheless.
They tried old magics, rituals
To extract their demon essence,
Each time failing, exaggerating
The demon spirit within.
They began to sprout their wings,
Wings black as night,
Stretching into the darkening sky
An omen if nothing else.
They knew not what to do once more
Their hold fading quickly,
Falling into demon hands
Was not a chance worth taking.
They resigned, dispaired, and death impending
A demon they were awaiting
Death came swiftly, never heeding
To take his own unfeeding.
Down they fell to Earth once more
Their demon selves now broken,
They were no longer they themselves
Yet something now a token.
They felt a new sense of breath within
A cleansing of soul, begins
Death had come, but not for they:
But for their demon brethren.
They travelled far, upholding lives
Of a monk and of a priestess,
Helping, healing, fighting those
Who knew not but the needless;
They lived their lives in solitude,
Yet died amongst their own,
They never fully realized
It was a dream, an unknown foe.