I hear the wind whisper, I feel the rain fall,

My song moves me faster, for I must answer her call.

My mind nearly blank, my feet are a blur,

I have only one thought, "Oh God I must reach her!"

I feel each blow, each wound that she does take,

My body fills with rage, my hands begin to shake!

My love has been wounded, her blood runs freely,

My blood sears with fire as my foe stands before me.

My weapons flash out, his eyes fill with fear,

My lungs through forth a bellow, his skins begins to sear.

My face is crimson red, my eyes filled with hate,

He turns and tries to flee, yet he knows it is too late!

My whip strikes out, my axe drives so deeply,

The battle is over, his devistated body lays before me.

I look for my lady, for her caring eyes and long black dress,

But again I am too late, for someone else receives her caress.

The wind begins to blow, the rains starts to fall,

I hear adventures voice stiring, I feel its over powering call.

My weapons put away, with my drum in my hands,

Again I move like the wind over these beautiful lands.

I feel a thought in my head, her love I have won,

I know for now, my work here is done.

Now I know I am not great,but I tell you it won't be long,

All head will turn and whisper,"Look, its Spryit Darksong!"