The prey is ignorant and blind
The Vale of the Rock will defy even fate.
The huntsman draws his mighty bow And now he reaps what he hungrily sows. My, how the arrows fly!
The blood of thousands runs through his veins. Yet, now only one heir remains.
The beasts of the wood fell to sword, axe and cleaver.
Lining the halls are wolf, sheep, stag and beaver. Upon the mantle does Heartsbane lie, Until a father’s love for his son died.
High in the North did his son’s blood freeze
Though in the power of knowledge he strongly believed.
Deep in the south many proud men march, Little knowing their bodies will be charred.
And as the bow pierced the heart of the stallion, The mighty huntsmen were burned by the
untitled, Janet Ostergaard
Impregnable walls and high spiked gates You fool, you too shall fly
And throw out your arms to the distant sky. Pride and honor, highest above
The lady of the nest grows mad with love.
The mockingbird sings with sharp quick notes
While elsewhere his claws slit unwise throats. With arrogance and fame will chaos arise.
But opportunity grows and fates intertwine. Yes, the falcon soars above the moon, But t’will meet its end soon.
The wolf will howl into the night
As the wings break and feathers fall
Blood runs red down the mountain side And death’s the end of all.
The Macomb Community College journal of student words and images.