The Song of OriginI sing of legends long forgot,Of lands at war that turned to rot,So lend an ear or hear me not,For songs are all the know I've got.In times when all of life was new,When all the lands were green and blue,And humans yet have come but few,There lived the tribes that all once knew.Northern mountains lived the beast,And merfolk swam the waters East,On Western winds the flyers feast,Southern forests the fair were least.Of the beasts Chimerans rise,With scruffy manes and scaly hides,Fearsome strength and cunning eyes,Their fighters strong and leaders wise.Of flyers Gryphons rule in flight,Soaring high through day or night,Those on land should flee in fright,Should beak or talon be held in sight.Of merfolk are Aquatos best,When swimming deep below the crest,Beware of those who play with zest,Heed their song to avoid their nest.Of fair spirits Vierra play,In lush green forests they would stay,Fear not the strange pale eyes have they,For see they not but light at day.
Give Megive me some paper,give me some ink,give me a moment and chance to think.give me a word,give me a rhyme,give me a thought to pass the time.give me a story,give me a tale,give me adventures without fail.give me some paper,give me a pen,and give me a reason to create again.
Take Metake me to the place beyond,where none have ever been,to worlds that need discovering,within the shell I'm in.take me to the ones I know,and then to ones I don't,and show me all the creatures that,say that they speak but won't.take me on a journey far,return me when I'm done,forsake me not when need is great,to have a little fun.so take me there again my friend,with pencil held in hand,imagination my guiding star,and paper my distant land.
Little Raven Watersnakelittle raven water-snake,on lily-pads it sleeps,then on its head bitter tears fall,when a frightened maiden weeps.said the raven water-snake,"pray tell me of your fears,what care could be so great to you,that I should bathe in tears?"said the maiden with teary eyes,"for my life do tears should drop,for if I don't fulfill my task,my head the queen will chop!"said the raven water-snake,"and what task should you fulfill?"cried the maiden with pointing hand,"her crown fell from the sill!"little raven water-snake,did think with all its might,and with a simpler task it gave,it saved the maiden from her plight."four frog legs and two moth wings,some colors picked with choice,and lastly sing a song so sweet,that I may eat your voice."little raven water-snake,no longer a snake you'll be,with beating wings and songs to sing,a dragonfly is thee.pluck the crown from thorny bush,and save the maiden's neck,then fly away on sunny winds,and return when you are beck.