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A tale of mythic warriors. |
‘Ruahfyre’s Warriors’ A lone man on the road Town to town he rides, his head held aloft Scars hiding the steeliness in his eyes Around his fire on the outskirts of town The young gather in earnest to hear his tale of old….. For as long as humans have walked the land A savage and bloody war has raged From the morning star to evening’s dim light Men have clashed with wood and steel. Many falling quickly , drowning in themselves The victor returns home, bringing with them, the spoils of conquest Abandoning the mess of armor and gore In their wake a foul stench wafts westward The bodies baking in the day. In this unforgiving time where sea meets fire Wars are fought and won by men who ne’er grow weary In the soul of these warriors, the mighty blood dragon dwells, Beating His wings, life thumping from His chest His rousing victory cry, as the final enemy dies Fierce and loyal His warriors ne’er succumb As the evil remnants gather, the warrior captain, Hardened by battle life, sounds the charge. Forgotten, often dismissed, survived as a bedtime fairytale. Ruahfyre. Our mighty Blood Dragon Ancient guardian for this forest covered isle His spirit lives in men, the Blood Warriors Guardsmen sworn to defend Him with sword, spear and flesh. Fueling their fire. Forging them to victory. Fearing no foe. Fighting to the last. This land abandoned by the world, lost from memory The remaining silence, so eerie. Above the thick forest as the day’s last tune fades The new moon rises, night’s eyes hide, Shadows grow, swallowing the sky. Through this black and silent sea The Blood Dragon, most ancient of beasts, flies. Starbursts of ice, frozen diamonds for eyes Glinting softly for the smallest of light. Returning home triumphant to his well hidden fortress His sanctuary, his people’s teacher Protected by his warrior guardians Blood sworn to serve til hearts beat no more Buried amongst a forest of twisted cords of sinew, Woven branches of heavy vine, dressed in razor edged thorns, Laden heavily with leaves, green & grey. Growing wild at the dragon’s keep, Old and gnarled as the beast it hides. Ruahfyre. Our mighty Blood Dragon Ancient guardian for this forest covered isle His spirit lives in men, the Blood Warriors Guardsmen sworn to defend Him with sword, spear and flesh. Fueling their fire. Forging them to victory. Fearing no foe. Fighting to the last. A lone man on the road Town to town on his ageing steed Behind his scars, he is filled with pride His faint starbursts shine at the thought He’ll not be the last….. |