Drummers pound
Hunting ground
Gods walked the earth in days of yore
Red-eared hounds
Stand, spell-bound
The hunter calls the hounds to war.
Silken sheen
Of sword-blades keen
A knight rescues a maiden fair
Shades of green
Shimmering
Never glimpsed, yet always there.
Sun on high
Arrows fly
Armies vast surround the walls
Burning sky
Vultures cry
All will die, the raven calls.
Iron cold
Heroes bold
Dragon winds besiege the sky
Coins of gold
Legends old
All for naught - and naught but lies.