The Origin - Haggard
It had already become day
as he opened the big wooden door
and stepped out of the shadows
The sun had shown behind the eastern forest
bright and warm in a cloudless sky
As his eyes closed
he slowly raised his head
Gently the morning wind caressed his face
and rustled through his long hair
The chatter of the birds had become one
with the whispers of the black elders
melding with the rhythmic babbling
of the little brook
which wound its way to the distance
behind the humble grange
But it has not always been like that
One thousand seven hundred years ago
during the celebration of the two moons
the enemy forayed over powered the villagers
under the cloak of darkness
Brave men were cut down
where they stood in the cold crisp autumn night
The ones who still had life in their veins
escaped in despair
but regathered quickly and formed a resistance
Many among them women and children
only armed with axes torches and pitchforks
And it seemed as if all hope was forsaken
