Chapter Thirty Nine: A Poem

Creatures abound, here and there,

They thrive in every good in tales,

From heroic deeds too fast to keep,

They hunt everything, it obviously seems.

They appear the same, although a scam,

It was really the head who makes a cram.

They put their trust in all of our minds,

And now everywhere, they are to find.

Within these walls, their flapping wings,

So now we recognize them, it seems,

But into the dark they vanished thinking,

Beneath the heart where life springs.

The branches alike, the twigs suffice,

Now such a thing is kept alive.

The See of Dunster is where it's at,

But such a soil will not be found.

Go away, the brother of old,

You cannot dream what we've been told.

Across the sea, where we take the wind,

The creatures are there, within we see.

Imaginations kept everyone alive,

So now we rejoice as we found life.

Until the day the tree has died,

And now everyone, his rhetoric thrived.

Go forth, Dunster's creatures!

Carry around what we hath hold,

Beneath the land, across the Sees,

We must not be afraid to be.

Magical, you all! Everyone affords!

Let us take this sacred soil to toil,

Renaissance, then, we used to call,

Let no burden dampen us all!

March into the herd, dear weak warriors,

Let no one see the path we call.

As fighters wage the fight for all,

Let someone make this land afloat!

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