Xavier, Rylie, and Rose
O'er blue-shadowed walls,
Below the gilded halls
The tiniest of flowers grows.
Teardrop petals mourn
The painful ache of burdens borne
By Xavier, Rylie, and Rose.
Three companions of rare reknown,
Loyal subjects to the Crown
Their bones lie beneath the flows.
A Herald, his Chosen love,
And Bardic's best crimson dove,
Xavier, Rylie, and Rose.
The Herald's heart loved to fight
His Companion was fleet as light,
And the Bard adores her prose.
Ah, swift were the silver lances
Too strong to retreat their advance
Woe to Xavier, Rylie, and Rose.
And so this song follows prose
Flying fast as Her Arrows
To where that tiny flower grows…
-laughs- Ah, a young Bard's masterpiece! This is from my OC Watersong's repertoire, since she hates listening to most of the drivel that her fellow Trainee's produce. Hopefully I'll have her fourth chapter up here soon…things is hectic 'round her right now. She stars in "Of Hawks and Herbalists" and happens to be Tayledras, Shin'a'in, and a touch of Valdemaren now that she's out of the woods!
Laters,
KD