[size=150]THE CALLER OF THE TARPAN[/size]
Oh what foul beasts ride in the night to rip the flesh so binded to bone?
Lest I, Jakell, be one so torn and mangled in the dark forest.
Not I,
[list]the Caller of the Tarpan.[/list:u]
Be saved I am, yet grateful to say the least,
that I am not as one such victim to the wretched and dark brooding Voxim.
Small they be,
in comparison,
to the galant and proud Tarpan.
Lord of Horses and bringer of peace to the fields of my ancestors.
[i]There, upon the warm grasslands where my father’s bones lie.
There, where the cold wind dares not whisper its spiteful voice.
There, where memory holds but the sweetest silence.[/i]
Nobler than any horse one may find is he whose swift hoves find speed upon any terrain.
Say I,
[list]the Caller of the Tarpan. [/list:u]
Once a horse of great wisdom and age,
the Tarpan had not achieved grace.
Then, upon a moonless night when the darkest ink held sway over the vision of men,
the light of of a white mane blessed the land.
Divine was the soul that offered a blessing upon the Tarpan,
and no fool was he I assure you.
Only good did Tarpan achieve,
ever choosing a mortal to call upon him for what noble task he may undertake,
should a mortal choose to undertake a task as such.
Yet, unsure was I once, that day when love was of the reason.
Of the request I made,
hesitation took hold upon time.
Needless of doubt was the mind of the Tarpan,
yet hesitant of such a cause.
Closer the Voxim drew to the ivory tower,
deadset in a mindless bloody rage that filled them so.
Driven from the black forest in search of blood,
no longer present within the woods.
Nothing did they fear, with eyes so riddled in blood and skin so black,
as if fire had given them no promise to heal.
Born of darkness and hate,
was the origin of the Voxim.
Asleep in a dream of silent memories was my love,
laying in the tower.
Out of the forest the horde of black monstrosities swarmed.
Bent out of mind,
[list]out of thought,[/list:u]
[list][list]to seek blood. [/list:u][/list:u]
Warm was the blood they smelled,
[list]and a woman’s blood over all, [/list:u]
[list][list]was the most attractive. [/list:u][/list:u]
Yet closer were they than I to the tower,
[list]I feared I would be able to reach her by the time her blood, [/list:u]
[list][list]cold and coagulated, [/list:u][/list:u]
[list][list][list]was to be spread across the bed.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
Call to the Tarpan did I,
in a language not known to any other mortal.
From the fields of green he troad,
basking in the light of his white mane.
Yet my love had not pledged loyalty to the Tarpan,
given his sentiments the most hesitant of thoughts.
A promise I made, that she would honor that pledge,
should she be rescued from a certain death of which I would only imagine of great pain and torment.
Speak of this death I would,
if words were meant to describe it.
Upon him I rode,
the Caller of the Tarpan,
[list]to save my love. [/list:u]
The hoves of light trampled and broke through the rotting burnt flesh of the foul Voxim.
At the break of dawn,
shattered were their bones by the might of the Tarpan,
yet some dug in the ground deep from the piercing rays of liquid yellow,
[list]that flooded the land with light. [/list:u]
My love would later give her pledge,
and life would be good.
A bid farewell I did give to my friend and companion,
the Tarpan be he.
For when he left the land once more,
it did seem not as bright as once was.
What more to say than a gracious farewell could there be,
to a divine being as Tarpan?
That answer is mine alone,
[list]the Caller of the Tarpan. [/list:u]
Only I to speak it,
[list]the Caller of the Tarpan. [/list:u]
In silence I say it,
[list]the Caller of the Tarpan.[/list:u]