TREEN

The leaves turned green to yellow 
And the mammoth beast did bellow. 
Maples in hues of auburn red 
Grew lonely in this valley of the Dead.

And on the Mountain of Dreen 
Snows of winter could already be seen. 
While the summer flowers still grew 
Far below on the valley floor of Drew.

And the logs round lay of fences forgotten 
The shacks of pine and fir desolate and rotten, 
And the bright hazy mists of morning 
Settled over as if the darkness scorning.

The road of winding mud and gravel 
Still unused for no one's there to travel. 
Among the ruin, on a stone 
I sit, hurting, wondering, alone.

The night of pain too long 
waiting for the Eagles song.
For the river runs shallow and slow 
The winds soft and light still blow.


	
Sunlight sparkles over Dreens crown 
Lifting from my face, the night long frown.
And daylight with it brings 
Beliefs again in the realm of kings.

I see it now, the smoke from a burn 
As skyward it twists in a spiral turn. 
with remorse the deed I regret 
Still the plan is clear, the mind is set.

One fleeting thought, still it's good 
To have ridden with those who understood. 
To have fought the laws, unjust, 
To have the brothers trust.


For wisdom will not always win, 
Flight and strength and things akin. 
Right or wrong he's standing tall, 
Always the warrior to answer his Call.



Him and I, one of us must die, 
But now the reasoning, I question why. 
Down the mountain I ride 
The flag of truce flying with pride.


	
Face to face strain in our eyes, 
Weapons dropped to the ground, we have no ties. 
And warriors old of opposite side 
From Valley of Drew together ride.

Now to SAteen, those to find 
The others of our kind. 
To show that peace can be,
If only those left will look and see.

So we cross the Mountain of Dreen, 
where the war had so long been. 
And we the two soldiers cried, 
For our brothers who had died.

Enemies once now to be friends, 
And thus the wars come to ends.



*SALUTE*



Drink to the warriors of Mt. Dreen 
raise your glasses high 
listen to voices long gone by 
for they talk of things, to defy.

Salute the men of Mt. Dreen 
for far below on the valley floor,
through times irreversible door, 
They have left all they love, all adore.

And heroes they are to few 
though enemy, they have slew 
Still they stand proud and true 
warriors of Valley Drew.

for once it is said, Dreen 
Was ruled by the consort Queen
And her lover was Steel
the warrior of wheels.


The Queen

A sleep in the waters of freen, 
The river that has always been, 
Lie the golden sparkling eyes 
Awaiting,waiting,the Young warriors surprise.

On the bridge that hangs by silver thread 
Only the warrior of wheels will tread. 
For only he knows where they lie, 
And why the ancients must die.

He stands alone o'er the river forlorn, 
His armor tattered and torn, 
He touches the goddess of Freen 
For he is the warrior, of Mt.Dreen.

And the golden eyes behold, 
the warrior grown now old, 
like life and death they touch 
The soul that has given so much.


She feels them all,
as their blood begins to fall. 
For her tendrils of rain, 
carry the blood of pain.


She asked for this naught,
Tis forth mortals sought.
Silently silver tears she weeps,
for warriors entombed in the keeps.


Her wrath in darken skies,
her rage of lightening flies, 
waters that seethe and simmer
as the days grow dimmer.


Warrior of wheels stands out,
above thunder, commands to shout. 
She feels him alone, his strain
as she soothes him 'in tender rain.


He touches her at the steeps,
he feels her power no longer sleeps.
Weapon he raises toward thigh,
any day is good enough to die.


The smoke from blaze fire,
Burned across flat land mire
For there the battle was brought'
there, warriors dyed and fought

Now not, of them remain. 
Still the air feels of battles pain. 
The story to be told, 
Of the mires last strong hold.

For the screams of dyeing 
cry long after the grown crops of rye, 
Are harvested, milled and eaten 
No one asks who won, who was beaten?