The Bringer of Light
By: Djek a drag-al bard
And when the gods refused man’s fate, silent He rose from no one place.
His mystic staff born from an immortal tree, began to glow of a fire set free.
“The earth shall break and rise in flight, my will no more this darkening plight!”
And thrust He did, the staff of light, into the earth and stone with might.
Growth enraged an earthen rise, He rose up high past cloud and sky, far up into midnight’s eye.
His voice no more than a peal of thunder, with witch he ripped the clouds asunder…
“Behold my MIGHT! Release the LIGHT!”
He howled in a godly octave.
And thus he smote the cursed night, and opened up the light