Bayeux

The journey into the mountains began surreptitiously
An invitation to unite the lands in a timeless bond for the future of our kind
The motley troupe of rogue wanderers and spirited youth
Had all seen the same vision, a whispering gate where volition and nobility
Entwined with monastic sight to liberate the blind and free those who had doubted
That an eagle could lead us all to better days

Remnants of memory infused the path which led through the dusty pines
And mirrored lakes, holding true to wartime chants that filled the elders with sadness
Spells of protection followed the honest fellowship through milky nights of expectation
Beyond the eyes of the forest, which spotted movements, alerting the travelers
To threats, hidden amongst the shadows

With quaint but satisfying religion, all things can be known
The monolithic stone at the center of the town made sure that this was true
Voices gathered, which no one could hear, and the natural order of things
Settled calmly and patiently, waiting to see if the prophecy was true

Prolific destinations passed them on all sides, while several eons of imperceptible growth
Paused to tease the darkness, which was keen on placing bets
With prescient vision, and ignoring collapse, the forces of protection
Harnessed wintertime caves, shifting toward the band
And untold chasms of invisible depths nearly swallowed the company
Gifted by charms, immune to unending visions of terror-echoing deceit

A myriad of harmonics rang out from the distant grail, floating on the mountain high
The end of the road wafts and wanes with dimensional breathing of pending approach
And northern skies, filled with involuntary magic, unearthed the murmurs
Drifting on the air, in transparent dream, and fossilized by jealous moons
Which sailed in orbits, in rest among the stars

Through every tribulation the comrades stayed true, to the goal of the realm
And the fortress of their hearts, safeguarding passage for children to come
Who would speak of the days their parents knew, when evil lurked
In shadows tall, disrupting the rhythms of life and love

Subtle romance brewed on the timeless terrain of clutching intent
And nightshades recalled the blessing of delicate trances and guardian soldiers
Who sprouted forth from the land, like the triumphant records of a distant horizon
Journaling the dawn, each morning filled with the afterglow of a promise kept

Our legion of light awoke to find the mountain at their feet
Climbing the years, and streaming with tears, they battled through visions
Of spectral defense that kept the treasure far away from impurity
Knowing that their time had come

And alas, they secured the peace for all time, a whispering gate blown open by war
Which they promptly latched and locked, secure in its place
But not before a sacrifice was made, for Thantalos the Brave was swept into the void
And lost for all time to come, his wife would never recover

Honored by all, and to this very day, the village rejoiced, however solemn and forlorn
That good things come to pass, through sacrifice lasting, goodness survives and thrives
No more the pressing phantasm, no more the drafty demon sabotaging fortunes
Of the meadow, and the brook, the legend was remote but heartfelt near
And the dark lord of stars was hunted, by Thantalos, beginning that very day