THE BATTLE
They fought with weapons of strength and steel,
Might and vengence was all they could feel.
Night and day wore upon restless minds,
Death and hatred from front and behind.
Then came a night when hope had been found,
tale told the foe king had been bound.
The foes were gone by the break of day,
The sun shone upon where the dead lay.
Drinks were rose for the brave and deceased,
Song spread in the crowd around the feast.
Now the tale is told as truth unknown,
Elf, Man, and Dwarf once bound to the bone.
SINGHO
We march we march at the break of day.
Sing ho sing high for the merry road.
The route is marked, a pace ahead.
Where shall it take us? Nobady knows.
We sing the fire left and right.
We hit our thighs with all our might.
We dance a tune to the deaf man's ears.
We march again at the come of day.
We march we march in dawn's light.
Sing ho sing high for it's merry shine.
Our path is up ahead for us to find.
Our feet now fly to the end we meet.
DANCE OF SEASONS
Faeries dance to the song of the year.
They follow the tune by mood.
Their tiny feet dance on leaves of gold
turning them brown in age.
They take flight in time to miss them fall
filling the ground in piles.
A chill biting frost hits their skin.
Snow at the next glance.
They cover up warm and cozy inside
pulling the warmth within.
Heat melts ice, light meets gloom.
The faeries venture forth.
Flowers bloom near their now prancing feet,
giving the daylight a joy.
Now the rays part mountain winds
bursting with water showers.
Faeries dance in the petals of time
bringing the seasons through.