Art by  Dado463art



Come and join me, the road is lonely and cold tonight. The fire is hot, and I'll scan play something. Are you hungry? I don't mind sharing the deer I ran down this afternoon, it's still hot from the cooking. Don't mind the dogs, either, they enjoy the cool nights outside the wagon, the rest of my friends are inside.

No they don't mind.

I'm rather rusty, but here we go ..

"A tale of the four,

Of water and shadow and mystery,
The first shall be known the least,
Of scales and hide and secret beside,
Burned, towards the unknown he Leaps,

Scales as green as olden Jade
And eyes of moss upon stone,
A beast, a monster, a creature of shade,
But through wits, a kingdom atoned,

A scaled folk who knew not his tribe,
Nor even the fallen name of kin,
But from him would come generosity,
And gained a reason for goodness again,

Joined him is the second,
The lady of honey and healing light,
A witch twice spurned in love,
But of whom kindness was never slight,

Her words saved a madman,
And the weight of her hand secrets saved,
Yet lonely was this witch of the healing ways,
Who would never allow herself again to be betrayed,

She of the friendly bee and the holy herbs,
Whose own fortune and destiny she crafted,
She whom evilness grew to hate and fear,
And by works the light has lasted,

Third was the book and the holy warrior,
Who sought the avenging of a home unmade,
With the glory of heaven in her blood,
And the wrath of Gods not forbade,

Both a pair bound in rites and blood,
To whom justice a clariob call echoed,
But they the dark could not drive away,
The drive for Holiness that bellowed,

A cousin they sought to find,
And a village to be remade,
A dark fae to bring to dust,
And their machinations forever forbade,


Last and least was the forth,
To whom only blood flowed,
Cursed to wander in life and death,
A canine of the northern unhallowed,

But love was given to he by the second,
And friendship was given by the first,
The third gave him a push to do better,
And the forth grew to goodness with a burst,

From a child of anger and rage,
To a man of honor and style,
Lifted and risen to better himself,
And to being others to those ways after a while,

Four they stood against a grown and insidious dark,
Unknowing the part in the story they would play,
But it was by chance and design they met,
And by their hand many would fears be allayed,

The story is not yet finished,
And not all songs are told,
But it is enough to listen,
And by example, against the darkness,
Be bold..."


I admit, it's a little rusty and needs work, but...

Oh you fell asleep...

Rest well traveler.