Ona'mar Erda'ane

"Saddle the stallions, it's almost midnight,

Those treacherous shadows, remove them from sight.

Blow into the horn of our departure;

Summon the bard, summon the archer,

Our quest at last needs but to start.

The light of the moon will throw us a dart,

Beacon of silver in this plains filled black.

We're moving ahead, there's no turning back!"

"Silence!"

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"Hold inside your breaths, widen up your sight!

Look at how the moon it pierces the night.

Just down ahead, the shore of the lake,

We'll go unmounted, be aware of the snake!"

Quicksilver moved in the grass at my feet;

I was pushed aside, he redeem me fit,

He took out his sword, and the blood was spilled.

Grinning back at me "Do you want it grilled?"

But it was too late, my brave warrior's leg...

"Don't be sorry, Sire, just leave me the keg.

My past and I need some drinks alone,

For only to him my sins might atone."

Onward we went, leaving him in mist.

At his darkest secrets we could not assist.

We reached the shore, and we stopped still,

The cold and the whisper we started to feel.

A fountain of spirits stood before our eyes,

On a second look, they were fireflies.

Shards of ice and cold, swarming back and forth,

Blocking off our path they built a fort,

With their Queen as jewelry, held their ground with pride

Quick of hand my archer let the arrow slide.

Taking down the Queen, the blue shards took vengeance 

Ganged on my archer, and he knew his sentence.

Just me and the bard, and the sand beneath,

The lake started throwing waves at our feet.

Then the wonder happened, the stories were true,

You arrived by waves and in such a view!!!

"Ona'mar Erda'ane" I whispered in shock,

"Bard, write your songs in haste while we are in luck."

A flicker, a thunder, a glimpse of your beauty,

Stunned the Time itself; he forgot his duty.

In your golden eyes we drowned for a while,

Cursed by your spell, charmed by your smile.

Soft your touch of hand, my bard has gone mad,

While touched by you, he was only glad

That his song was done, ready to be sang,

He was ready now, ready for the fang.

You came towards me; wind was in your hair,

Shaking down some stars as I dared to stare;

Looking at your lips half my mind was gone,

If you had touched me I was more than done.

Sitting for a while, you played with the world.

Made from night a day and from lake a sword,

Then gave it to me, for my quest be done;

I even forgot how my quest begun...

You closed my eyes with your silky hand

And I fell asleep on the dried sand;

Drunken in your scent of abyssal rose

I felt my mind taking blows and blows,

Forcing me to rise and open my eyes.

No lake, no you and no fireflies,

I was all alone on the dried sand...