sylive

SYLIVE

Not a moon of yellow light,
but one that shimmers through the night.
A child of no ones loin was born
unknown by clan, in a strange land.

silver flowing was the hair,
eyes of malachite, was the stare.
An aura of light surrounds the form.
Of the child of no ones loin.

Then came a passing in the night
of a man with darker light.
He caught the sight of malachite
and thought he'd have that one tonight.

But Sylive had an inner sight,
that warned her that he was not right.
So with the inner strength to fight,
she sent him off into the night.

Now cunning as he was that night
he came again in a different light.
But Sylive was not to be beswayed
she stood her ground and was not afraid.

She called upon the full moon bright,
and sent him to an unholy ground.
So if you venture out at night,
don't cross the one that is earthbound.