iii poems of the first age when mountains woke from distant sleep unknown when mountains woke from distant sleep they dreamed below the grassy fields from hill and slope and craggy peeks they moved and ripped the earth beneath with given ease they shook and tore the roots of seas and raging streams to drain into the vast divides or drive to sink the desert sand when oceans filled the jagged cracks of deepest wounds in crumbled stone awoke those trapped in times forgot their bones set free and given form of terrors nightmares could not show they drifted up from darkest reach to ground to breath consumed by thoughts to put to rest all children born but in a field of grassy slopes where trees stood watch on nature still there lied remains of kings of old long covered with the rolling mounds when springs did flood the wooded glen returned the soul of king so-kai and gave him form that echoed life to sweep the terror from the land men cast their bodies to the dark unknown soldier from the third solent war men cast their bodies to the dark vainly scream and slash at shadow they sing and stomp , an ancient arc footprints left seed land a fallow of spear and teeth ride men to hell wolves they mount consume their mighty they shatter , break in horror dwell swell their hearts to die most rightly upon return their flags wave high peace descends on all who settle on house on hill on children spry dreams of men rust sharpest metal yet those returned their minds still war they long to wake from slumbers bore before you sleep ill tell you tales takmn-ra of lach brewjett before you sleep ill tell you tales of monsters , giants , thieves and scales well climb the mountains , round the snake and weigh the gold while dragons wake but sleep and dream the soundest rest mad kings , dark clouds and ghostly pests have time allowed but what was penned my stories made are just pretend the only thing to fear is mine in loss of sleep youre so malign to wail and rage and horrify much more than demons glorified what keeps me wake and full of dread to tell the tales beside your bed of rainbows , pups and unicorns that wastes the mind and leaves it shorn https : //twitter.com/eliopaige https : //www.smashwords.com/profile/view/eliopaige eli.olivia.paige @ gmail.com the wizards journal blood moon by t. j .