THE VALLEY OF MIST
The Sun chases the Moon across the skies,
Beyond the valley of mist where mystery lies,
Where mortal man has never been,
But where warrior families go to dream.
Disguised as clouds, spirit Warriors roam,
Protecting the peak that is their home,
From the emptiness of the darker side,
Where death's vile hoards forever ride.
The Sun revives them from the caverns of Hell,
Back to the peak where their loved ones dwell,
Led by the brave ruler of the deep dark world,
Grey Eagle the Dark One where in his heart is curled,
The little one of wonder who gives him peace,
Lest confusion and chaos in his spirit increase.