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A young wizard Nyber Khan

Looks down from his lofty perch

With loving self-protection

Upon an old forest of pine and birch.

On scarred battlements of black stone and light

Each night he’s darkly stood

Wearing purple robes of ancient powers

And a gold embroidered hood.

He wears a Runic Bow of strong magic made

Mystic seeking arrows too

His dark blue sword of fine Elven steel

Shimmers straight and true.

A confusion spell of memory loss

He casts with great intent

The old forest will remain inviolate

On this his fierce will is bent.

He calls his new dragon “Hesper”

She’s a tiny dragon too

Barely as large as an eagle

Her diamond scales shine a deep sky blue.

“Patrol” Nyber smiles without a sound

Thus true dragon-link gets done

Now bold Nyber Khan and Hesper

Linked together see as one.

With the emerald Dragonsight of Hesper

Fierce Nyber surveys the land

Over swaying fields of poppies blood red

And a deep blue lake ringed in silver sand.

Over mossy, ancient fir trees

Whose gnarled roots house gentle Gnomes

Over a magic singing stream

Where fair Water Fairies keep secret homes.

All is well in the emerald forest land

Watchful Nyber’s eyes shine glee

For no human has crossed the boundary land

As far as young, proud Nyber can see.

Nyber’s griffin is named Calibus

His thick fur is black-flecked gold

Nyber summons forth his brave griffin

And mounts the saddle proud and bold.

On griffin-back he starts the hunt

And climbs high a burgundy sky

For at twilight time he soars dusky clouds

As Calibus sings his war cry.

“It’s hunting time” he smiles within

And Hesper further extends the link

Fierce Dragonsight engulfs his mind

Faster than a brave wizard can blink.

Calibus flies like a gale on a moonlit sea

The blue dragon is faster than light

For they see humans approach the boundary lands

And young Nyber likes to fight.

Yet there is no fight tonight for Nyber

Wild Hesper takes all the blame

As three sloppy, wasteful, loggers

Lie engulfed within royal blue flame.

On enchanted elven steel tonight

No greedy human blood will run

So towards castle keep they wheel as one

And they race the setting sun.

Seven stout Bugbears stand tensely waiting

When fierce Calibus finally claws black stone

They’ve all heard the young wizard hunting

They’re all relieved he’s come back home.

He chose to fly without bodyguards again

Chose to hunt wild from a blood red sky

They take him to task for this careless sin

And remind him that even wizards can die.

These seven are Nyber’s brave generals

Commanding all of his bold goblin troops

For blue armored goblins patrol these protected lands

Weaving tight, concentric, swift loops.

For nighttime is not the lightime

And all around fierce goblins abound

Eagerly hoping greedy humans

Will trespass dark forested ground.

There will be no logging nor any mining

No polluting lakes or damming rivers too

Diversity will seek its wondrous way

Protected by warriors in armor blue.

The sun will rise, the sun will set

An alabaster moon will fly its course

Invaders by dark ones are cruelly met

For a pure forest is true magic’s source.

So if you ever go out on a walk about

To explore a distant land

Stay far away from wide fields of poppies blood red

Near a turquoise lake ringed in silver sand.

And if you ever come upon a gargoyled castle

Carved of ancient obsidian stone

You had better just spin yourself right quick around

And run yourself right home.

For Nyber secretly fears all humans

As does Hesper and brave Calibus too

It’s not really because they’re human

It’s because of things they’ve seen humans do.

Humans show no respect for ancient trees

Rare flowers, ferns, nor ancient rock

They dam up all free rivers

Ancient fairy streams they block.

They try to chop down every tree

And dig up all the land

They crave every fish in every lake

And they soil the ocean’s sand.

They turn ancient forests into tree farms

Their nets choke the rivers life

They are the sworn enemies of diversity

Human greed is the source of strife.

When humans are done the land is always

Unlike it ever was before

A lifeless land devoid of trees

No safe home for bear nor boar.

No more ancient songs will flow from a fairy stream

No bright fish swim a deep blue lake

It’s just the way they are these human kind

They’ve only learned to grasp and take.

For humans are just a fledgling race

Not as ancient as dwarves and elves

Not yet wise enough to consider others

As important as themselves.

Nyber knows well enough the ways of old

He knows some Dragonspeak

One day the humans will all grow up

And the old ways they will seek.

They will hear the ancient music from the planets

And singing from all the stars

They’ll feel the sacred energy from their Mother Earth

And learn the old tales of Mars.

They’ll hear the tones within the tones

Of fiery sunset, sand, and sea

They will learn the old ways of water and fire

And know sacred life dwells in every tree.

They will love walking much more softly

Thus not disturbing gentle Gnomes

They will better learn to build their houses

And not wreck forest homes.

They will learn to see the Dragons

Speak to Bugbears, Dwarves, and Elves

They’ll ride swift and free on wild griffin back

And really enjoy themselves.

Then all ancient forests will be finally free

And never need to be patrolled

Then new time will turn full circle

And cycle back to a time of old.

But for now the young wizard, Nyber Khan

Looks down from his lofty perch

With loving self-protection

On an ancient forest of pine and birch.

Upon ebon battlements of stone and light

Alone he darkly stands

Wearing robes of much older powers

He surveys his armored bands.

His dark blue sword of elven steel

Shimmers straight and true

A Runic Bow spans his broad, strong back

A quiver of seeking arrows too.