Mared’s warning

A wizard’s words that carry wide
And Tallows flee their homes to hide
An air of magic rides the wave
With beauty from the forest grave.

What new expanse of story wove
Among the whispers of a mermaid’s cove
A fantasy doth wind its way,
From night into the bright of day.

A tarish tale of a sorcerer’s wand
That slips beneath the misty pond
A village marked by shifting walls
where maidens to their knights doth call.

Yet everything is not as it seems
The Tallows left by eve to dream
Doth wake in fear as through the night
The tale is cracked with a flash of light.

Mared appears amongst the dew
An Argod, called the race of few
The light of myst, the spirit wise
Immortal warrior, in disguise.

Death doth swarm amongst the trees
And warriors fall in morbid seas
Brutality from the sword of the knight;
A raging anger that fuels the fight.

At last the battle over hell is won
The darkness descends to cover the sun
And all who entered the gates of doom
Have in hells fire found their room

The Tallows cringe from the dark lord’s power
His minions flee from the tallest tower
And all that’s left of the Tallows dreams
Is the dark blood flowing through the streams.
© 2007 Arwen North