The Forest

Great the forest tall and green,
With wispering leaves and laughing streams,
And fair the people walking there,
With silent feet and golden hair,

But one is diferent from all the others,
He is uniqe from all his brothers,
His hair is dark as cloudy night,
His face is fine his eyes are bright.

What sets him apart above all things,
Upon his back two powerful wings,
They lift him up into the sky,
Above the land he shall flay,

At his side hangs a blade,
Quick as lightning elven made,
And when it's drawn from its sheath,
It bites at foes like dragon's teeth,

Then one night horns are blowing,
Away the men all are going,
Dressed in white they don't look back,
Save their leader clad in black,

Head held high, dark hair flowing,
Wings aloft, bright eyes glowing,
They meet the enemy with a roar,
But cannot win this unfair war.

They bravely fight but fight in vain,
Faces twisted in awful pain,
The ground is littered in white and red,
The forest army is all but dead,

Away the victors ride in glee,
With scarlet flags of victory,
But one warrior they did not kill,
Who's eyes are full of iron will,

A dark figure stands alone,
Lightning blade brightly shown,
Angry thoughts fill his eyes,
Away he rides in dark disguise,

He comes to the foe four thousand strong,
Who sing a fast and merry song,
He shoots his arrows from the sky,
And telling them to not but die.

Drawing his blade he comes to earth,
And with it strikes down their mirth,
Four thousand men around him fall,
He alone has killed them all,

Dropping to his knees he weeps,
For all the death at his feet,
Lightning blade stained with blood,
His tears stop their angry flood,

A clap of thunder's mighty crash,
A bolt of lightning's silver flash,
Hard and swift the rain pours down,
South he treads on sodden ground,

Then he came upon a stream,
Like rippling glass it did seam,
In its water he washed his sword,
Then up he got and south he sored,

From on high he saw the trees,
And up he flew on a breeze,
Above the clouds the sun was shining,
Golden rays ever reaching,

Lightning split the clouds below,
The sun is sinking, sinking low,
Above the sky a silver star,
Who's light he saw from afar,

Dark hair flowing, bright eyes glowing,
Flying fast ever knowing,
His mighty tale at an end
Never to return again.

Great the forest tall and green,
With whispering leaves and laughing streams,
And fair the people walking there,
With silent feet and golden hair,