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 © Arra Black | Year Posted 2014
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