Dyssonance

And Now, for something completely different…

 

 

Far away from the world of illusion

beyond the shores of despair

just past the vale of confusion

above the Troll Kings’ Lair

 

There lies an olden garden

forgotten and left without care

wherein she sings softly and gently

the bard with the strange green hair

 

Some say she’s come to remind us

others claim they knew her well

yet she stays there to find us

a special and unique spell

 

Gramarye and Enchantment

magical and awry

come the tale’s commencement

the Harp will begin to sigh

 

It will float over the canyons

pass through all the dells

a simple song of amazement

at the magic of RDNA’s spell

Far away and yet quite close

beneath a canopy of green

you sat so still and so morose

despite the waters green

 

Along I came and lay right down

a lyre set aside

Across the brook you looked and frowned

A stranger thus was I

 

Now why ya cry, dainty one?

Now why ya feel so glum?

Who took ya birthday away from ye,

and made ya suck yer thumb?

You laughed and smiled and shook your head

You managed to shed that bit of dread

and I, I laughed, and cast a stone

watching little ripples spread

 

It’s like the water moving there

a simple smile a day

you drop a laugh just so here

and watch it flow away

So now you grin and now you smile

now you laugh and rest awhile

I’ll tell a tale of folk so true

that for today you’ll not be blue

In the dewmists of Sanamon

beneath the hoary scray

I spied a pretty pantomime

and she seemed to say

 

fear not the wicked blackness,

cast out the gilded fey

seek now the shining trowel

for it will save the day

 

Sojourners several they did go out

in times of strangely certain doubt

looked high and low and all about

yet where it was, none could say

Clittering clattering beating wing

scale and talon and evil thing

into the sky it rose and spread

casting before it a horrible dread

 

Sanomon, O Sanomon, home, I pray

let not this be your final day

Forces are gathering to bring you to ruin

a Witch, a demon, and frightening Nagruen

 

Faerie Queen, O Faerie queen, cast out your gaze

Save us we call out, save us we plea

Let not the dark forces come doom us this day

The Faerie Queen

The Troll King

The Witch and Demon Spawn

 

They’ve come today

to take away

the writing of this song

 

yet never fear

and listen here

the tale of Sir Snerkel

 

With mighty trowel

And handsome dowel

He’ll fight our foes most bravely

 

To save Mousehini

He’ll brave the meanie

And prove his worth and measure

 

And flowerings

those pretty things

will grow again with pleasure

biddle de be, biddle de bi

all we do is watch and scry

come to close, we run and hide

shadow’s cloak, we come to fight

Prison’s cage, darkened age

a sad and slighted fay

servant minion, Troll’s vision

was sent to spy that day

 

Unseen with sight, filled with fright

from the nasty wicked change

so filled with rue

and despair too

perhaps she’ll fade away…

 

Snerkel he left, she daren’t pest,

the trowel’s mighty holder

gleam she saw, and fearing all

oh what is she to do?

A boy and his dog

A rock and a log

The sun it did shine

The view was quite fine

 

Away in the air

not far from here

something they spied

Something quite fair

 

Alert they were

and curious too

so over they went

just to see who

 

A song she sang

to tell a tale

Adventure made from fable

 

It rang throughout

the forest redoubt

and angered beast of sable

through field and tree

her innocent glee

charmed its way into the head

 

Yet Troll Kings grumbled

and Witches mumbled

and from them the word did spread

 

The beast it stirred

in shadows curved

for such a thing was it

 

The birds flew out

the fate in doubt

our fair maiden’s wit

 

The beast it gathered

strange shadows shattered

to guide it on the way

 

and so they traveled

as all they battled

was taken from the day

 

And in her glen

her harp did send

a warning to its lover

 

a slish, a slash

they come to clash

our heroine in danger

 

She heard the tune

and knew that soon

her enemy would fast be here

 

She draws rapier

and shows no fear

to dance along the razor

 

now far away

in heat of day

a servant did a worry

 

she feared the change

yet heart said wait

and helped them all to hurry

 

for Ellendi struggled

lost and befuddled

And soon became quite woozy

 

The heat of the day

her breath took away

and made her feel so snoozy

 

The swarm lament

Ellendi’s spent

When hound and boy appear

 

Hound leaps away

to right the astray

and bring the friends all there

 

a lovely house

Without a mouse

Although Harley would’ve been at home

 

Water was drank

For Ellendi had shrank

But soon was right as rain

 

becrowned serf

unpleasant turf

a lass that did appear

 

In words quite frank

and threatened plank

She bade him challenge her

 

A game of skill

He felt quite ill

The risk was greater than he wished

 

Yet urge resist

he can’t, Mistress

and so he joined the Miss

 

And in the sands

with scalded hands

the board laid out before him

 

of white and black

he best not lack

lest crown be lost again

 

And back we fly

or is it ride

to the glen of Eredain

 

Creaking branch

softened splash

the trio came to glen

 

The harp was strummed

the bard did hum

and waited for the three of them

 

Into the fray

they leapt that day

Calyndriel and shadows

 

Unarmored she

danced and leaped

to avoid those mighty blows

 

Rapier did sing

and steel did ring

the shadows soon dispelled

 

But beast was more

than deaf’ning roar

unhurt by blades unspelled

 

And Calyndriel

in mood most fell

knew not what she had wrought

 

With blackened claw

red tooth and maw

bete noire she fought

 

bete noire

mighty claw

did land a fearsome blow

 

green haired girl

a scream unfurl

went down into a hole

 

that black beast

awake from sleep

crept ever and ever closer

 

Until at last

a friend did pass

and ventured forth to aid her

 

Hoof and spur

a wild blur

anew began the battle

 

Bete Noire and shinitaur

clashed as titans under the stars

for neither be the others’ chattel

 

Blow by blow

a wild row

the pair were quite entrancing

 

Yet Shinitaur

who’d come quite far

had not been merely prancing

 

A journey’s road

and heavy load

had made her quite the weary

 

mouse elf to carry

she’d promised Harley

yet empty home had made her leery

 

So hunting now

she was so proud

to make it on her own

 

(For she had learned

to not be turned

from task when you’re a roan)

 

Bete noire

that beast did roar

as steel into it slid

 

blood did flow

the beast it moaned

and fell before her dead

 

The shinitaur

(whose name was Parr)

gazed on poor Calyndriel

 

bruised and beaten

poor bard defeated

still had a tale to tell

 

by gosh, by gum, and oh by golly

what you need is magic holly

spoke the mighty Parr

 

Come along, ride with me

through the sands of Carramee

and lifted up the bard

 

There I hear you’ll find amend

though not, I hope, the story’s end

and so they rode afar…

(And yes, there is a huge back-story to this. But do ya *really* want to hear it?)

 

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