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The Mage. D.Vaughan
The world continues turning whilst lanterns keep burning
Held by the weary aloft.
The crow will still hearken, as the wanderers path will darken
He is beckoned into the warmth of the croft.
Burden from his trials, the stranger still smiles
He warms his hands by the blazing hearth.
Called forth as a boon, he begins his lamented tune
On a flute he inherited at birth.
His song it could pierce the hearts of the fierce
For the sorrow, woven into gilded notes.
It spoke of the ages, it sang of storms that were raging
And the children of man that were thus smote.
It sang of an appeal, from the lords remained feal
Who cast their eyes to the skies and lifted their cries
They bargained for all of their worth.
Their plea went unheeded, for given all they had needed,
Man had torn and plundered the lands, they had bloodied pure hands
Man had squandered the rare gift of their birth.
Alone they must stand, in the wake of reprimand
To redeem the legacy their kin left behind.
Yet a herald was sent with the force of the elements
Robed he shall wield, sword and shield, as the vanguard of mankind.