Songs

The Ballad of Galain

by Tirost Armagna

Tirost:

O sing! My gentle, happy muse
Of a time ago long past,
When Galain wandered far and wide,
A mage which none surpass!
He stood before the North East Gate,
The Crossing under seige,
By orcish raiders armed with rage
To crush our happy state.
Galain whispered magic words,
and traced a ‘metric sign,
And swung with all his eleven grace
A blade that severed life!
Many foes he put to death
To keep the people free
But faced he then the ugly,
The orcs’s greatest chief.
Through fire blasts and lighting,
Like Saragos loves to cast,
Galain harnessed all his mana
and with his sword he danced.
The chieftain was too mighty,
And gave a belly laugh:
To drag away Galain’s dead corpse
Would be his triumph bad!

Casi:

But then there came a music!
Quite soft it was at first,
Like the gentle woodland breeze
Or sound of lapping sea –
But rising like a breaching whale
The aria swelled more,
And from behind this fearsome orc
Liana let her arrow soar!
It plunged into the orcish neck,
And fell him to the ground,
And Liana quick to Galain sprang,
Inspired by the sound
Of her voice which saved him,
And though his Elvish pride,
She helped him stumble to the door
Of the empath guild hard by.

Tirost:

O, who are you lady? Who have saved my life,
With auburn hair and hazel eyes
I’ve never seen your like.

Casi:

But the sun was setting,
And Yavash ruled the sky,
And quickly turned she from him
And left without goodbye.

Tirost:

As soon as he recovered,
Galain sought her far and wide.
His trusty familiar searched her
Wherever she might hide.
One day the familiar found her,
by a sacred pool,
And Galain sped to be there,
And learn all that he could.
Who are you, noble lady?
Whose voice is sweet and strong,
Whose bow and skill has saved me,
But who from me turned and run?

Casi:

Stay back, good War Mage Galain,
For know you not my curse!

Tirost:

I do not care! cried Galain –
Not scared of magic black –
But I pledge you now my only heart,
And never take it back.

Casi:

Through hazel eyes then filled with tears,
Liana smiled at Galain,
For long she’d sought a partner,
Someone for whom to sing.

Tirost:

He took a rose that grew nearby,
And offered prayers to gods,
And bonded with Liana there
At the sacred bog.
Now tell me of this evil curse
That presses on your heart;

Casi:

Said she then, it’s the worst thing,
Each night I become a shadowling –
But this choice I freely give you,
Partner of my life,
Would you like me handsome fair
In the darkness or the light?
If you wish me fair by day,
You’ll be the envy of your friends
Whom my charming graces
Can never then offend.
Or by night, my love, I may be fair
For you alone to know,
But all your friends will in the day
Laugh as I blurp and drool,
Regurgitating foulest trash
As all shadowlings must do.

Tirost:

Galain stood and pondered,
Showed the essence of his heart:
I cannot say for you, my love,
Which would better be.
You must choose which form to take
To live most happily.

Casi:

She pulled him in and kissed him!
And tears she happy shed,
For then the curse was broken,
For her true love she had met!

Tirost:

Together ever after,
They of truest bond
Fought together often,
And enjoyed good many songs!
And when their time had drifted
Past their mortal skein
They walked the starry road together
Into realms unseen!