In mountains cold and forests old,
far away the beast yet roams.
From whence it came or is to go,
none would dare tell.
Many warriors tried to match the beast,
Alas! One by one they fell.
By its claws and blistering teeth,
until none were left to fight.
Tongues wagged and rumors spread,
fear of death be weary,
for it might soon be near thee.
That’s what all the folk said,
When the sky darkened red.
But then there was a sign of hope,
a stranger who came from high slope.
From mountains white he came and pranced,
'Heed no shadow!' said he to them.
For the beast at last to me will bend!
He did not know his use of words,
was far better than with swords.
The wretched fool he strode away,
He went ere break of day.
But now from afar he was seen,
by the beast with eyes cold and keen.
The stranger that came with words strong,
now felt his courage burn.
He knew he’d face the beast before long,
Alas! the following day he did not return.
At length the beast could roam again,
into silver-waters and golden fountain.
Many a year he then still wandered,
in the forest far and yonder.
For the woods he had great adore,
he’ll be bound here evermore.
