| The Mourning Cry
The sun set in a storm of fire Red
hazed the land Before the darkness became the night Before the
dragons came
The moon was high in the cloudless sky
Red tinged the ground where you lay Before the stars set
Before the dragons came
The dawn had not yet come Red edged the
distant sky Before you died Before the dragons came
I heard your death cry in this evil land
Red rimmed my eyes as I wept Before the sun came up Before the
dragons came
Your sword I held in a shaking hand Red
dripping from the silver edge Before I called the dragons down
Before the dragons came
I wrought the magic beyond restraint
Red the barrier between me and fate Before I fell, I saw their
wings Before my death, the dragons screamed
The sun sets in a storm of fire Red
splashed are the dragons scales Before they left across the dusk
Before they left for all time
They keened the mourning cry for us.
Julie |