Saga

              …the fragment of the ancient manuscript found in the ruins of Avalon            



For all who seeks
The one who finds

Escape the mystery
That blinds…


There lay a stone in the wall
This rested for the best,
But nobody knew at all
Who was its faithful guest…

A thousand years or more ago
There lived a fearless knight
You could have heard of him or known
He lost no single fight.

He was so brave, he was so might
That no one could feel
Where are the dangers of the night
Those are against his will?

Sword, shield, his spear and black horse
Were all his faithful mates
He had the fear no more
To break the breachless gates.

His deadly sword, his stormful spear
Strike all the foul beasts
Chimeras, dragons and gryphons
Lay dead all by his feet.

He knew the secrets of the lights
Where all the days are gone,
It was so true beyond his sight
To seek for mighty faun.

He had a lot of friends indeed,
Not all of them were men
Been those creatures in the deeds
Where all the mortals banned.

Centaurs were friends and unicorns
All creatures of good breed
They didn’t make him harm at all
He asked them for his need…

He also had some ugly foes
The wizards of the West:
Keruk, Penjuk and Samaruk
And most feared Dzjest.

Dzjest slew all wizards of the East
All dragons of the North
He had a full of treasure chest
Black power, dark magic both.

Dark woods, great trees and lofty walls
All hided magic castle
He had a million of fighting wolves
And old charming maple.

He used to sit all days on end
In famous tallest tower
He softly touched his crystal ball
Containing all his power…

And so on and so forth
 He conquered many lands
 All ghosts, dead men, leprechauns
Were all his frightful strength…

The Pictish language I adore,
Dzjest hadth all spirit words
But no people evermore
 Knew nothing of such olds…

They lived though many thousand years
End Evil tried to fight
Which wanted Good with all its fears
To drown in the fright…

 Those days of sanguinary battles
Today are luckily gone
But never should forget descendants
What way was conquered throne…

The Throne of the Good was great
All shining misty lights
And ever rolling stream of fates
Destroyed  was by the knights.

The Seven Knights they guarded it
Stood they for it for years
They never died for many tried
To send ‘em back to heavens.

 But time “Behold!”The times had changed
Here came the darkest power
And raised Gods the gory axe…
To spill the bloody shower…

Slaughterous winds blew night and day
The Sun grew dark at once
The village people had to pray
The Moon took then its chance.

The rage of combats blew away
All towns from the Earth.
The Seven stood against the Dark
The six were blessed to death

Just One who had a holy mark
Went through the devil’s mess…

And then he ruled for many years
Till sands are running out
He knew all right what time prepares
He ended up his doubt…

A thousand years or more had passed
Since those holy days
When old shepherd saw the stone
Marked by divine grace…