Post by BethAnn on Mar 6, 2004 11:44:43 GMT -6
A MESSENGER
A Child of the Mist has arisen, a message he does bring.
Out of the silvery shadows, can you hear his voice ring?
From the land where dragonstones and crystals rain,
Come words that he pens, so charmingly lyrical and fain.
Through the purple years, many tales have been sung,
I can hear you speak them now, in our native tongue.
From the land where faeryfolk and spirits do prance,
Come visions of our ancestors, as they sing and dance.
His stories carry us through orange sunrise and set,
Through many lands we traveled-never to forget.
From the Highlands where the drums and pipes play,
Come the bard--WirdWarrior to take us far away.
A Child of the Mist has arisen, a message he does bring.
Out of the silvery shadows, can you hear his voice ring?
From the land where dragonstones and crystals rain,
Come words that he pens, so charmingly lyrical and fain.
Through the purple years, many tales have been sung,
I can hear you speak them now, in our native tongue.
From the land where faeryfolk and spirits do prance,
Come visions of our ancestors, as they sing and dance.
His stories carry us through orange sunrise and set,
Through many lands we traveled-never to forget.
From the Highlands where the drums and pipes play,
Come the bard--WirdWarrior to take us far away.