Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is a REVISED! version of my first fanfic A:TLA The Warrior Boy
The warrior boy
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly warship upon the raging seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the warrior boy came riding riding riding
The warrior boy came riding up to the Bei Fong's door
He'd his hair pulled back from his forehead and a cloak that hid his face
He wore a shirt of purest blue and breeches of warm pole skin
The fitted with never a wrinkle his boots were worn with wear
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle
His knife hilt a twinkles,His boomerang blade a twinkles
Under a jeweled sky
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the Bei Fong's yard
He tapped with his spear on the windows but all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there
But the Bei Fong's green eyed daughter
Toph the Bei Fong's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair
Dark in the Bei Fong's yard a stable wiket creaked
Where Zuko the ostler listened his face was white and peaked
His eyes were hollows of madness his hair like mouldy hay
But he loved the Bei Fong's daughter
The Bei Fong's green eyed daughter
Dumb as a dog he listened and he heard the warrior say
"One kiss my bending sweetheart I'm off to help Aang tonight
But I shall be back with a vic'try song before the morning light
Yet if they should press me sharply and harry me through the day
Then wait for me by the moonlight
Listen for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight though hell should bar the way"
He stood upright in the stirrups he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement his face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black locks of perfume came tumbling over his chin
He kissed it's locks in the moonlight
(Oh sweet locks in the moonlight)
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight and galloped away to the west
He did not come at the dawning he did not come at noon
And out of the tawny sunset before the rise of the moon
When the road was a nomad's ribbon over the purple moor
The fire nation troops came marching marching marching
Lord Ozai's men came marching up to the Bei Fong's door
They said no word to Sir Bei Fong they drank his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement with fire in their hearts
There was death at every window
And hell at one dark window
For they could see through the casement the road that he would ride
They tied her up to attention with many a sniggering jest
And they bound a saber beside her with the point beneath her breast
"Now keep good watch" and they kissed her she heard the dead boy say
"Wait for me by the moonlight
Listen for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight though hell should bar the way"
She twisted her hands behind her but all the knots held good
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years
Till on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of one finger touched it a small stone now was hers
The tip of one finger touched it she strove no more for the rest
Up she stood at attention with the point beneath her breast
She would not risk their hearing she would not strive again
For the road lay bare in the moonlight
Blank and bear in the moonlight
And the blood in her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain
Tlot tlot had the heard it the horse's hooves rang clear
Tlot tlot in the distance were they deaf they did not hear
Down the ribbon of moonlight over the brow of the hill
The warrior boy came riding riding riding
The troops looked to their priming she stood up straight and still
Tlot in the frosty silence tlot in the echoing night
Nearer he came and nearer her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment she drew one last deep breath
Her finger moved in the moonlight
Her stone shot forth in the moonlight
Fire flew in the moonlight and warned him with her death
He turned he spurred to the west he did not know she stood
Bowed with her o'er the saber drenched with her own red blood
Not till the dawn had he heard it his face grew gray to hear
How Toph the Bei Fong's daughter
The Bei Fong's blinded daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight and died in the darkness there
Back he spurred like a madman shrieking a curse to the sky
The white road smoking behind him his boomerang brandished high
Blood-red was his cloak in the golden noon wine-red was his blue shirt
When they shot him down in the roadway
Down like a dog on the roadway
And he lay in his blood on the roadway her face fresh in his mind
And still on a winter's night they say when the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly war ship upon the raging seas
When the road is a nomad's ribbon over the purple moor
The warrior boy comes riding riding riding
The warrior boy comes riding up to the Bei Fong's door
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the Bei Fong's yard
He taps with his spear on the shutters but all is locked and barred
He whistles a tune to the window and who should be waiting there
But the Bei Fong's green eyed daughter
Toph the Bei Fong's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot into he long black hair