dusk arising

of Elspenor part 3

 

 

throughout the land is word re-told
of winged death and flame
unto the ears of unconsoled
who wouldst the beasts arraign

 

                whilst o\'er the heavens elspenore
                an epoch passed in slumber
                awakened sensed the hideous spore
                grown both in strength of number

 

behind each drawn and fast latched door
the fearful dimmed their light
as land was torn and cattle slewn
for terror reigned the night

 

up stood a child of Nasolen
afraid not of their spore
to face the winged malcontents
and wield his fathers sword

 

            Oh hear ye gods of elspenore
            who\'s glory songs we choir
            bear witness i shall yield no more
            till my last drawn breath expires

 

into the burning midnight death
son of slain and widowed line
stood firm and drew of noble breath
till dawning lit the skies

 

no angered thunder spoke that day
no fiery lightning flashed
no dragon smote the child away
for beneath him laid their dashed

                                                             
                       The sword i hold to be the truth
                       affirms our deathly chore
                       we shall proudly stand with bloodied blade
                       before the gods of elspenore