ARDIC ORE
HISTORY
THE BALAD OF TOREN AND ISA ...
By Yedrow Tulgruff
Circling the valley
A beast black and fell
Born not of mother
Known only by hell
To doom, to nothing
To waste, twas it bound
So rabid, so froth
So feral the sound
Aloft to the sky
To stain and destroy
No mercy could such
A grim soul employ
And falling beneath it
Strong heroes so proud
Left in the field
Neither mantle nor shroud
No one could stop that
Mad dance of Doom
where once was a city
Now only a tomb
Then legends were written
And law and decree
No one could go near
No one could see
The place where once
The choice virgins danced
And young men had courted
Leather girded with lance
Where mothers had suckled
The tiny and pure
No map of this place
Was left to endure
To a mountaintop sodden
With blood from the land
That great feral beast
Loosed by deaths hand
Returned to consume
A chalice of gore
Twice sundered bodies
Thrice broken and more
Which black lust had dreamed
As it formed in the pit
Hearts and hands
Grey heads on a spit
Sloshing and mocking
All that life has
Driving out love
Creating morass
Breaking the temples
Opening the graves
Nare enough pity
To make even slaves
And when he had finished
and all life was gone
He squatted contented
On a bone mound throne
Isa could dance
And Toren could play
They wandered in freedom
Never counting a day
The Fir Elf had feet
As swift as a song
The human had fingers
Light touching though strong
And each was deadly
To battle both known
If in a city
Folks left them alone
She had a bow
Of silver and light
He, magic armor
For he was a knight
She could deliver
A barb to an eye
Nothing was safe
Which she could espy
Her long golden locks
Were tied back severe
Her eyes turned black
When she leveled her stare
And he was mighty
Tall and proud
A little too clumsy
A little to loud
Yet as loyal as a hound
And to her he was wed
If you tried to touch her
Hed take off your head
He held her
She fed him
They searched as a team
Loving intensely
Living a dream
If rumor would have
That treasure lay near
Both would be marching
Unknowing of fear
Something had entered
Something had come
The waiting was gnawing
Its body was numb
How long had it been
A month or a year
How long had it waited
For souls to come near
Centuries perhaps
No one could say
How long it had been
Since murder held sway
The valley recovered
Life had returned
Yet the mountain lay barren
A thousand years burned
Stretching its talons
With hideous glee
What was that thing?
Down there by the tree
A morsel, a tidbit
A soul to enjoy
A fear shrieking pretty
A momentary toy
Stalking a roebuck
From boulder to hedge
Shadow-like motions
From middle to edge
Then doom made a gurgle
A mistake unplanned
The shadow stopped frozen
Then held up its hand
The red deer departed
With several great bounds
Then Doom started forward
Emitting mad sounds
Elindale was making
A new kind of seed
To be part flower
As well as part weed
She worked in a valley
She didnt like much
It had an odd odor
Of dead things and such
She talked to Rinnani
Though why I cant say
It seems they had business
In the valley that day
Up through a gully
A ruckus arose
The fell sound of battle
Death in its throws
They looked at each other
Then were another place
To a tree in a glen
At lightning strike pace
Ere the combatants
Had embraced in the fight
The goddesses alighted
With a twinkle of light
A great oak splintered
And the beast came through
Three arrows she loosed
The best she could do
Toren was far back
Concealed for the hunt
She aimed for the face
And prepared for the brunt
Her body was shattered
In one hideous stroke
Through her hands were crushed
Her bow wasnt broke
Toren bellowed in anguish
And pulled at his hair
He fell to his knees
Lost love cracked the air
Doom cackled madly
Chortling his glee
In spite of the presence
Of the arrows three
The human leapt forward
From the ground with a roar
Gripping his steel lance
At its black heart he tore
Doom swiped heavily
And bore Toren down
Imagining havoc
Then adopting a frown
How strange thought the creature
That things still intact
Toren stood upright
And gave it some back
He stabbed at its stomach
Then up neath its chin
Dodging and thrusting
Again and again
The humans blue armor
Held those talons at bay
Though that thick hided beast
Fared in the same way
Rinnani was watching
And Elindale as well
Though their hearts their hidden
And their intents as well
A soft glow spread outward
A fir elf it found
Up lifting the body
Three feet from the ground
Returning the life
To a fair female form
"Return to the living"
"Be once again warm"
Toren was faltering
His breath was a gasp
His lance dropped lower
Held loose in his grasp
But Doom never wearied
To kill he was made
His ardor for fighting
Had a thousand men frayed
Then out of the shadows
Came so tiny a thing
A sliver of steelwood
A snickering sting
Three arrows still pierced
That beasts feral face
Though of the fourth barb
There wasnt a trace
Through the eye of that beast
And into its brain
The arrow flew straitly
And another again
Shock crossed its visage
As it fell to the ground
A low grumbling wheeze
And no other sound
Toren staggered backward
As if struck by a bolt
His heart quivered quickly
Like a newly born colt
As Isa ran headlong
Into his arms and his love
They fell in the fresh grass
Never seeing the dove
Who watched from a willow
Along side an owl
That gazed appreciably
Across a valley less fowl
And the mountain above them
Long barren of life
Awaited the seedling
Which would tell of the strife
That ages ago
Had stricken the land
The trouble had ended
Now new things began
Toren said to "Isa"
"Im dirty and hot"
Isa retorted
"And you think that Im not"
Hand in hand they ran down
tword a grotto theyd seen
Shucking their clothing
In the grass fresh and green
Like deer they skipped forward
Despite the battle smear
Till they came to the pool
Spring fed, sparkling clear
Together in motion
Neither knowing of sin
Like when they were children
They jumped right in
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