A Mountain Called Home
The Kings ,met
For a home to call
Must be built,
before nightfall
The King of Earth
with the King of Flame,
set to work
For the journey was long
For a home to be built
In the mountain
In which they did belong
The Faeries flew on ahead
Through forests
Over streams
Rising higher
Onwards they sped
You do not choose a mountain
A mountain, chooses you
So it was...
As the faeries found
The mountain...
Gave its' ground
Heartstone Eagles,
called with glee
Circling high
The air, so sweet
From a mountain,
that gave so willingly, you see
The Earthen King shaped the rock,
in to halls, rooms and stairs
Turrets and spires
Creating something new
The castle...
Grew and grew
The King of Flame,
touched the stones
Changing the colour
Drawing out the precious metal
Locked within
Mountain rock now gleamed
A shimmering jewel
Amongst the deep green forests
From a mountain
That gave everything
A secret path was made
From the golden sand
Up through forest glade
To a castle, so grand
The Princess of Magic
Cast a spell
To hide the secret path
Only to be revealed to those who uttered the words..
The Wise Ways
The ships were unloaded
The treasures taken up
Such precious things,
once under spell, lock and key
Could now be displayed for all to see
Wooden ships, empty and forlorn
Lay quietly in the bay
The island hidden from all
The ships were released , to roam
An ocean, so blue
This was their new home
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