Before the Gates of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 9
Now, once more,
the mists of time,
they close over DreamScape.
the vision, now gone,
yet soon the vision shall return,
Once again, DreamScape shall open.
The tale,
it shall sing again, soon,
the son of the storm, the Dak Man,
he shall be h be there soon,
the song shall live,
now, my thoughts must focus,
our tale shall progress,
the song of Alahsar is just paused,
there is much more to be told.
Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........5.
Now let us return my Lords and Ladies,
golden Alahsar awaits,
the mists of time once more dissipate,
glory comes to us once more,
come, let us soar on high,
the song of Alahsar comes forth,
Charge the horns,
we return to the ancient jewel, Alahsar.
Now, mighty ones,
let us return to the mighty storm,
majestic terror does sing in Alahsar's skies,
This is but a mother.
sending forth her beloved son
the son of the storm,
now, ready to descend to the earth.
The storm does roar and roar again,
its ultimate fury, unabating,
It does rock Alahsar's skies,
fury's circle in fury's dance,
This storm shall cause no damage,
The mother calls forth her son,
her voice is deafening.
Now, all Alahsar watches the storm,
glory and honour to the Dark Man,
when he comes, exultation,
come now from Valhallah,
Dark Man,
son of the storm.
Mighty the cheer,
voices raised to the sky,
down on a lightning bolt,
black unicorn does descend,
Turvehr,
the king of unicorns,
the mount of the Dark Man,
giant, raven's wings held in at his sides,
A great power is Turvehr.
The horn of his power,
black majesty,
the most wondrous of mythical creatures,
down the lightning bolt,
glory and power descending,
The Dark Man,
he sits proud on Turvehr's back.
The Dark Man,
his true form, only ever seen by one mortal,
One pair of soft, brown eyes,
they alone know his majesty,
Dressed in black,
from head to foot,
completely covered,
a huge Cowal does cover his head,
his face never seen.
No flesh at all, ever seen,
only one shall ever know his true form.
The Tigress.
the one,
she never speaks of what she knows,
the son of the Gods,
the son of the storm,
he has now come.
Alahsar's greatest protector,
he is now come,
this is the night of nights.
To Be Continued...........
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2019
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