Ballad of the Silver Falcon (Incomplete)
Oh, let me sing you a tale
A tale that is true
Let me weave you a story
Of a man, of a mage, of a king.
He was born in dark hours
In the hours of his nation's so great need
A brave man, a strong man,
A man willing and wishing to please.
Came the man of chieftains and kings
Of warriors and wizards
Come the man come to save us true
Come the man called the Silver Falcon.
On the wings of a dragon
The Silver Falcon flies
Commanding armies of blackest night
Against the hot fires of the White.
Forsaken was he,
By the world he was born to
Dying not, returning later
To be the king meant to be.
Oh, I'll sing you a tale
A tale that is true
Of the king and his lady
Of that one who is two.
Wence walking in the woods one night
Come upon the archer
Hair of fire and eyes of emeralds
The bastard daughter of elf and man.
And the fires raged
And the lovers loved
The archer and the mage
The king and the spy.
The silvered falcon, flying above
Waging war on those oppressors,