style="font-size:15px;"> Not as it was before,A blue dragon will fade, a princess will glow.
Just as young as she was, once more.
But for now a young wizard, Nyber Khan,
Looks out from a lonely perch,
As dappled sunlight glistens turquois scales,
Over an ancient forest of pine and birch.
He ponders a swift blue dragon,
Untamed, wild, and free.
He wonders aloud just how strange it is,
That a turquoise dragon had come to be.
He marvels at the old Elvish she speaks to him,
She seems to love his castle of ebon stone.
She teases and flirts with him every day,
He feels happy and no longer alone.
Great Bracken. (Poem Three.)
His diamond scales gleam like an obsidian night,
His cruel eyes cast a blood red glow.
Volcanic flame and heat, white hot, blood red,
From his ebon fanged mouth he can blow.
He flies on six wings of bat leather black,
Gliding silent on the night time air.
He does as he wills, and then returns,
To his secret, underground lair.
Starlight is more light than Bracken needs,
He dearly loves to hunt in the dark.
He stalks patiently sweet Hesper, following all leads,
Where he’s been, he’s left a cruel mark.
Commanding his army of goblins and orcs,
On armored griffin they bravely fly.
Following an ancient river, twisting where it forks,
Stalking silent a blood red sky.
Curved swords all forged of mystic dragon steel,
Shimmering a wicked, deep purple hue.
Black spears and nets enchanted with spells,
Seeking sweet Hesper, pure and true.
A dark, dread force, cloaked in a black velvet night,
Ebon scales and obsidian armor reflect amber moonlight,
Mighty wings pump air, keeping straight on course,
Excitement becomes bloodlust within Bracken’s cruel force.
They stalk an old river with a faint elvish glow,
Bracken’s cold magick inside he lets gather and grow,
Flowing and growing to a place he’s not been before,
Summoning a true vision of a place new in lore.
A place with wide fields of poppies bright red,
A deep blue lake kissing silvery sand.
A secret place patrolled by a bold wizards force,
A wondrous, protected land.
A pure and magic forest scented with pine and birch,
Maiden fern, red clover, granite rock.
On its fair border a powerful confusion spell,
Very few could ever hope to unlock.
The spell is an easy task for great Bracken,
For an earthbound mind Bracken’s not.
A young, foolish wizard will soon rue the day,
That he ever tangled with Brackens dark lot.
For dark magick is Bracken’s pure majesty,
It took many hard years for him to know,
How to cast mighty spells, wield cold force,
In unstoppable ways, just so.
He smiles wide as sweet Hesper casts an innocent link,
Now close enough he learns the score.
He knows all her hopes and her innocent dreams,
About a young wizard, unknown before.
Hesper has not yet grown the power,
To sense her playful link was caught.
To understand cruel Bracken knows of everything,
She and her young wizard have thought.
Yet one thing remains outside his link,
Made from the darkest obsidian stone,
The young wizards castle, of ancient stone and light,
To great Bracken remains unknown.
This old castle was not built by Nyber,
The ancient powers built it long ago.
Within its impenetrable obsidian walls
Psychic links have no power to go.
Now Bracken smiles in darkened glee,
He’s found the new place she chose to flee.
He’ll invade the young wizards forest land,
And lay it waste with his nightmare band.
For no mere wizard can hope to stay the course,
Of mighty Bracken and his battle tough goblin force.
He will find this young wizard, hunt him down,
Grind him, break him, to the cold hard ground.
He will burn the forest, boil the blue lake,
Crush all those pretty poppies red.
He’ll enjoy torturing the young wizards generals,
Those weak blue armored troops he’ll shred.
But now a golden dawn approaches,
Bathing the earth in magenta soft light.
Bracken
