The sands where a desert once lay,
Now gone, soil and mud in its way.
The desert the siren went, he who brought rain,
Protect and aid he did, but never could he reign.
From olden lands, now forgotten and dead
This man came, alongside his old friend
Protectors of that land they were, now those of new,
To live anew, leaving old fates behind, he withdrew.
Oh but follow the anarchist, those old fates do,
Perhaps as blessing or curse, the man knew not,
Eldritch of old give him powers, lest he forgot
What They could turn him into.
And yet he ran, leaving friend and foe behind.
Wings, gift or curse, now shine in oasis light,
Where he will live, and his destiny assigned,
Forever unlucky, to live and die as protector of right.
But to go back.
Back to a child with woes of youth,
Abandoned in old Atlantis, knowing not the truth,
Separated from brother and sister, both lost to distant lands,
He would find family in the new sands.
Guided by his new sister, he would find
His place in Atlantis, now the knight
Of his sister, the Queen of Atlantis in kind,
But her duty would be their divisor.
As the siren grows from boy to to teen
He learns and realises that he wants to be free,
But he would die, to betray his queen,
And so he left, why, he did flee.
He found himself where his brother and sister had grew,
They were readied to leave, find new lands away from power,
For which the siren would join them, fleeing his hour,
And did not know that this was a decision he would rue.
With his siblings and their friends,
They would set sail to distant lands,
Walk and row to where a symbol would lie,
Unknowing that there, four would surely die.
That there they would let live and grow,
Make their own place to call home,
There the Siren would find a friend
And they would be protectors of the land.
The eldritch of the lands would take interest,
In their leader, the Siren’s only brother,
The Slayer would go, with plenty of mistrust,
For fear of threats sent towards the others,
Yet his brother’s fears would still turn true,
Eldritch not yet satiated, they would get their dues.
In the Siren they would be allured and find favour,
For the eldritch, they would gift him wings,
But he would bind them to try to cut their strings,
For such gift turns curse, he would never let it change his behaviour.
Those wings would follow him though,
Wings of gold feathers, always tainted by coal,
From the mining job that got him to Sablefen.
First to pass out from gas, well that’s what they’d know,
The Lady smiled sadly, sending back his soul,
But she could only sigh, knowing they’d meet again.
Rumours would fly of an immortal miner,
Of a man with wings of gold, those of a canary,
Questions were asked, but he was always contrary
But they did not stop, despite his lack of desire,
Wings, gift of old, gave more than just flight,
Powers which his followers would look at in light.
He would always wish to go back to simpler times,
Of the ocean, of his sisters and brother,
But he knew not where they were, and just wanted to hide,
And so decided to run, to where he knew no other.
Upon many lands the Siren would go,
Lost from both his friends and foe,
New people and lands he would find,
There he would leave his past behind,
There in the desert, old Sablefen would grow,
And he would find his present home.
Now time would pass
And he’d grow restless.
While he would stay,
He would also stray
To a neighbour Kingdom,
Where an elegant man lay.
