07-06-2016, 02:33 PM
With Soiryk's heart cut out his blood mingled with the rain,
From the East Anelahk approached where soldiers stood,
To see him gasp, his wounds all close and he his feet regain,
Spied from the south by Axela drawn by the scent of blood.
The dragons roared and lightning crashed round Soiryk's dancing sword,
With soldiers felled a meeting, first and most auspicious,
Axela's sway and sultry look woke Soiryk's slumbering manhood,
When Anelahk stepped through the smoke he smiled surreptitious.
Sunlight pierced the roiling clouds upon this trio judicious,
Soiryk bowed and stowed his blade declaring them well met,
Anelahk, her hand held out, asked Axela; Are you with us?
Together they set out towards the bright sunset.
The morning after they made camp Soiryk slept like a stone,