The Morning Sun

This is a song once sung centuries ago by the sons and daughters of Ayrlaston to raise their spirits and rally their hearts as they marched to into battle at the behest of their Kings.

 

The battle horn sounds as we go to war

One by one we stride into the fore

By our Lord’s command we will cross the shores

And we will meet the morning sun

 

This evening we drink to honour our home

Seeking our enemy, we face the unknown

We’ll burn their land and crush their stone

And we will meet the morning sun

 

Our banners fly high as we march this night

Glory is ours as we stand ready to fight

We’ll battle as one till we greet dawn’s light

And we will meet the morning sun

 

Our war is done, the battle is won

Blood coating our steel until there are none

Our King be praised for now we are done

And we will meet the morning sun

 

After one particularly bloody battle that saw the destruction of an entire farming village caused by a petty feud between the brash young King of Ayrlaston and a stubborn Archon from Sollistar, a wounded warrior sat alone slumped against the base of a tree and wrote one final verse to add to the song. This verse would be discovered and read aloud to his soldiers by the warrior’s father and commander of the legion ordered to destroy the village. Each word was written in the blood of the dead that coated the warrior’s blade.

 

I lay awake this night, my thoughts filled with dread

Bodies rest at my feet as I stare at the dead

How can we claim their lives without any regret?

By our Kings command we have seen to their end

I will end my strife, this blade will pierce my head

This battle claims another life as I welcome my death

I’ll never again meet the morning sun

 

That arrogant fool of a King, spurred by anger and blinded by ignorance, would never again go to war during the course of his short reign on the throne of the heartland kingdom.

Forged From Reverie.

Photograph by Anthony Nicholas.

 

Sun Kissed & Moon Blessed

The ancient race of Ayl’far were united as one

A vast and blessed realm of grace they had long become

Until war and partition shattered the light that shone

Now they are divided, this once sacred union undone

 

On a throne of sun the Mithylfar reign

Mighty and proud of their dominion claimed

They will honour their lost brothers with naught but disdain

Sun kissed and stubborn they will endlessly remain

 

Of pale moonlit forests the Sithylfar fight

To restore their honour in defiance of time’s blight

As if from the nests of crows they will forever take flight

This snow faced race that have conquered the night

 

From vain ignorance’s past, now no one lives to care

For such hatred and malice that came to bear

Skies weep for the sun and the moon that have been torn asunder

As the Mithylfar remain and the Sithylfar wander

What She Sees

She sees towers in a city of silver and gold

The light of the sun shines warm and bright

Banners flying majestic for nobility bold

A gathering of revelry awaits her this night

 

Through mirrors of jewels she is beauty renowned

For a year she has waited to join with her love

To cast off her old life for a proud son she has vowed

She feels blessings beyond counting from the gods up above

 

Her betrothed has arrived with a gift of sweet flowers

There will be joyful merriment to celebrate this day

She smiles as she dances in her happiest hour

A life of delight undeserved some might say

 

Jealousy can form from the darkest of lies

It may also be hidden in threats once thought sated

A rival love spurned throws fire in her eyes

This smouldering echo of beauty now tainted

 

Now only in dreams does she see such sights

And only in memory can she bask in such bliss

Her eyes were taken by cruelties blight

For a blind old beggar such a tragedy is this

 

On damp and cold streets of filth she now lies

With only scraps of bread to comfort her heart

She knows not if she will feel a new sunrise

Her only companion is the chill of the dark