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Those Who Sing the Songs of the Earth

Deep within the earth

I can hear their song

A voice with a strange magic in it that I have never heard before

One with such sadness that it might break my heart

The song of the children

The songs of the skies

The songs of the rivers

And the songs of the nights

Softly they hum

One, two, then three

A symphony of voices

A symphony of pleads

A tale told of long ago

Words woven into the air

Memories reflected within the water

And only the children know





The sound, a memory

Of the storm of swords

The clash of kings

As blood painted the ground

And the feast of crows begun

Fallen kings, knights, common folk

It is all the same

Greed started the war

Humans are too blame

Their greed for power

Their greed for love

Their greed for gold

Nothing was ever enough

The skies darken to the shadow of wings

One white, one green, and one black

With the desire to roast the world

Only Mhysa can signal that attack

Winter has arrived now

The rivers will freeze

Like the blood in their veins

Because what is dead my never die

But only rise again

Too many games they played

Too many lives lost

The spiders carried their messages

Whispered in the ears of kings

But at what cost were these secrets sold?

The winter will take them all

Every wolf, every lion, every dragon, and every stag




After the snow melts

After the rivers break

After the trees can sigh in relief

Only the children of the forest will remain

And one, at first a child, merely a green boy

He has been crippled, abandoned, captured, orphaned, hung and burned

But now he sits on his throne, with his pack at his side

The king no one expected

The king who can fly




(Alternate ending)

After the snow melts

After the rivers break

After the trees can sigh in relief

Only the children of the forest will remain

Singing their bittersweet songs

Their songs of the forest

And their tales of the races lost
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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March 28, 2016 at 10:42 PM
Arra Black, you've expressed yourself well, I like the last line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry when you have time. Love ~LINDA~
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August 11, 2015 at 5:22 PM
ARRA, this is a good read, thanks for sharing..... **SKAT**
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January 21, 2014 at 6:32 AM
This is beautiful and joy to read Arra, may be we should all go back in time to find our lost souls, thumbs-up... Lekau
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