Ah, where should I start...
Once, Long LONG ago, in the Icy forrest of Eastern Lands.. now called Eastern Wastelands because of all the wind erosion...
Let me tell this story a little differently, it's easier if I do this in my native tongue...
At the tree due West of here
Another night ago
My mothers mother had a fear
Which turned into a show...
Watching closely by from bush
Coldain man sneaking by
Who drew his dagger for ambush
'GEEJAH, huridar!! Aye!!'
Slip to sash in fuller stance
It beat into the snow
My mothers mothers passing glance
Turned aside and did grow
Fast it feeds her fearful eye
And trembles her to still,
Then Coldain began his death cry
Lasting loud and shrill.
GEEJAH, huridar!! AYE!! AYE!!
Louder now than before.
Turning to the new passerby
And adding to the gore
Bloody lips with streaming flow
This Coldain must be
The one fortold eons ago
--The Book of Prophfecsyie--
What shall become of this Maiden who Stands
Feared to stillness from sight of Coldain man?
Gear your mind to take an altered presence,
For this next part goes much beyond your sense.
Gorlok, this man, is Power itself
And embodies pure remorse
But has a weakness for dark Fairies...
When but a child his mother was killed
Ruthless it was by Orc wolf
While Gorlok stood silently in tears...
You see, This became a driving force
To make him transcend his time
Impressing the gods whom took notice...
Gorlok, this man, is Power itself
And embodied by a god
Whom has the image of dark Fairie...
'Man, oh sir, I am confused'
'My mind says run, yet I am still'
'Man, oh sir, what will you do?'
She cries out... while terror runs its chill
'GEEJAH... GEEJAH Shureken Darr'
'Korleken dis den forlent Spiet'
'Gorlok ist mein namen'
Positioning himself as if to greet...
Confused yet more, she settles down
Yet cautious still. He turns away...
Casts a spell...She walks no more,
Standing still... He walks away...
Away he goes, yet she still stands
Never to move again
Never to breath, sigh, moan, or love
Never to move again
Still standing to this day
But you would never know
She is not the shape of Fairy now
But Coldain made her Snow.
Mike ~ Rocsalt
Rocsalt Di'Varr
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