Odyssey

He was the tribal elder A most respected man He called for a meeting Of every single clan And all stood there In a silence unbroken Waiting for The Elder For His words spoken He talked of the murder Of the planet of their birth How a rising new comer Would poison this good Earth He talked of His visions Of a world of strife And he talked of His ideas To start a good new life Away from the coming iron wielder Away from the coming world of man And silently they listened To His survival plan The green ships were ready They would range afar To make another Earth Around a foreign star With immortality their ally Time was no foe It may be a long journey But they surely had to go A decision must be taken And with no opposition of note The counting was so easy In the first and final vote So Oberon called the order And he and Mabs led It is written in their history Why the Faeries fled They are out there in the Universe They are not coming back While mankind travels Down his foreseen track Maybe they have arrived Maybe the New World founded Maybe the Green Fleet Has irrevocably grounded And Oberon and Mabs And the clans of their band Are even now working To build the new Faerie land