Proud Nyber (Poem one.)
A young wizard Nyber Khan
Looks down from his lofty perch
With loving self-protection
Upon an old forest of pine and birch.
On scarred battlements of black stone and light
Each night he’s darkly stood
Wearing purple robes of ancient powers
And a gold embroidered hood.
He wears a Runic Bow of strong magic made
Mystic seeking arrows too
His dark blue sword of fine Elven steel
Shimmers straight and true.
A confusion spell of memory loss
He casts with great intent
The old forest will remain inviolate
On this his fierce will is bent.
He calls his new dragon “Hesper”
She’s a tiny dragon too
Barely as large as an eagle
Her diamond scales shine a deep sky blue.
“Patrol” Nyber smiles without a sound
Thus true dragon-link gets done
Now bold Nyber Khan and Hesper
Linked together see as one.
With the emerald Dragonsight of Hesper
Fierce Nyber surveys the land
Over swaying fields of poppies blood red
And a deep blue lake ringed in silver sand.
Over mossy, ancient fir trees
Whose gnarled roots house gentle Gnomes
Over a magic singing stream
Where fair Water Fairies keep secret homes.
All is well in the emerald forest land
Watchful Nyber’s eyes shine glee
For no human has crossed the boundary land
As far as young, proud Nyber can see.
Nyber’s griffin is named Calibus
His thick fur is black-flecked gold
Nyber summons forth his brave griffin
And mounts the saddle proud and bold.
On griffin-back he starts the hunt
And climbs high a burgundy sky
For at twilight time he soars dusky clouds
As Calibus sings his war cry.
“It’s hunting time” he smiles within
And Hesper further extends the link
Fierce Dragonsight engulfs his mind
Faster than a brave wizard can blink.
Calibus flies like a gale on a moonlit sea
The blue dragon is faster than light
For they see humans approach the boundary lands
And young Nyber likes to fight.
Yet there is no fight tonight for Nyber
Wild Hesper takes all the blame
As three sloppy, wasteful, loggers
Lie engulfed within royal blue flame.
On enchanted elven steel tonight
No greedy human blood will run
So towards castle keep they wheel as one
And they race the setting sun.
Seven stout Bugbears stand tensely waiting
When fierce Calibus finally claws black stone
They’ve all heard the young wizard hunting
They’re all relieved he’s come back home.
He chose to fly without bodyguards again
Chose to hunt wild from a blood red sky
They take him to task for this careless sin
And remind him that even wizards can die.
These seven are Nyber’s brave generals
Commanding all of his bold goblin troops
For blue armored goblins patrol these protected lands
Weaving tight, concentric, swift loops.
For nighttime is not the lightime
And all around fierce goblins abound
Eagerly hoping greedy humans
Will trespass dark forested ground.
There will be no logging nor any mining
No polluting lakes or damming rivers too
Diversity will seek its wondrous way
Protected by warriors in armor blue.
The sun will rise, the sun will set
An alabaster moon will fly its course
Invaders by dark ones are cruelly met
For a pure forest is true magic’s source.
So if you ever go out on a walk about
To explore a distant land
Stay far away from wide fields of poppies blood red
Near a turquoise lake ringed in silver sand.
And if you ever come upon a gargoyled castle
Carved of ancient obsidian stone
You had better just spin yourself right quick around
And run yourself right home.
For Nyber secretly fears all humans
As does Hesper and brave Calibus too
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