Okay, here's one. Dont laugh too hard ppl, it's mine... (shrug)
The Voices and the Boy
In darkened dreams of recent
past
The voices called his name
Muttering and heartless
The voices all the same
A quest they do give onto him
A passage so insane
To go and seek the Ael Glass
From the hair of Evil’s mane.
How coarse the voices as they
utter
From a castles broken walls
A thousand blackened voices as
they call
With blackened hearts and
bleak intent
What manner of creature this?
What will come, beckoned by
unspoken words?
He comes, He comes, and still
He comes
Past long dry waterfalls.
Armed with Light and ancient
bow
The boy proceeds with friends
in tow
Hunted as the moon by sun
The voices call “He is the
One”
Bitter as exotic fruits he
rides
Companions mute and weary
Void of their salvation as
They seek the Ael Glass.
Insane is he that hears the
call
Of trumpets from old castle
walls
Through lands diseased and
time addled
Friends valiant do fall
Yet still the Boy onwards
proceeds
Aware with his mind’s eye
That elsewhere in torn plains
beyond
A Ghoul heralds his cry. ?
Alone at last he sees the
Glass
Shattered light afar misplaced
From dreams he wakens drained
of hope
And stands he on his hill
Protected by his magic and
aware that that he must kill
By night he tarries there no
more
Deeds to mourn he does ignore
And visited now by his past
The Boy at last he sees the
Glass.
How came he to this shadowed
land
Forgetful of his quest?
Once came he to this blackened
plain
His hand upon his ***
With stave in hand and magic
great
Should he fail now he can see
That twisted and all broken
will
All of existence be.
What voices on the wind do
dwell
Voices chill and voices fell?
Forced finally to understand
That he is now a growing man.
Through crystal doors new
worlds he sees
In fog wreathed distance
perceives
Heeding not forgotten calls
The Boy can see the broken
walls.
Weary now he comes at last
To gaze upon this fabled
Glass.
Through the castles ancient
halls
Head held high and stature
tall
And runs he to the blasted
heights
Bellowing with all his might
Till finally he comes so high
His rampant roar a silent cry
Here at last he finds the
Glass
His heartbeats drum does
flutter fast
A Mirror does before him rest
Yet the Boy is fearful lest
In youthful haste he brings
the Ghoul
That beckoned once from the
castle walls
For in this Mirror he can see
His long awaited destiny.
Wake he from darkened dream
Lips pulled back in voiceless
scream
A voice left now on castle
walls
To bring another with its
call.
Once came a Boy to a darkened
plain
Forgetful of his quest
How coarse the voice that
utters still
From broken parapets?
Now you can laugh...