A great black steed named Burning Longing discovered the area and it was vacant no more he and his subjects here started thronging And the herds being made, were these subjects for.
A simple mare, lonely and wise named Cryptic Message, an Arabian Met Longing and their love was no disguise, She had for a while no real heart-pain again.
For her pride, a silver-dappled colt, Burning Silver, after his siring steed, Was smart but fierce like a lightning bolt And he did many a good deed.
'Twas a chill spring day when Silver met his love A pure white femme, they always called her Dove They bore a son, and dubbed him Silver Bird For swift was he, when his wings unfurled.
Then slowly, the desertion came to pass Longing, Cryptic, and Burning Silver gone The latter two to soon come back; the first gone permanent alas Burning Silver's son left to rule in his stead.
Silver Bird of the hills became quite a great head, While prosperously ruling his sires were presumed dead. Then seemingly out of the blue, Came back Burning Silver with nary a scratch or two.
With civil reconciliation, Silver Bird gave up the throne. He caused his sire no humiliation, For the family rites did he condone.
And back came Cryptic Message again, But the loss of her love caused her much pain. She coped as best she could, and found a new herd, new home, her new woods.
But now we continue our story Following Silver Bird, who once had glory. He settled onto sapphire lands, And found a mate, Vermillia her name.
The couple brought forth a foal, A filly at that, and named her Fairy She was sweet and curious too, But of her curiousity her parents were wary.
Silver Bird and Vermillia now fade into dusk A new dawn has come, as a new princess must But now she takes on the role of Queen This little Fairy, has grown to be surpreme.
Now we lay you on her plot of land, These Hills, her heritage, once wan Remember to cherish and protect The love in these Hills, that will grow deeper yet.
And once, in the year before 2002, These legacied Hills were freshly new.
Poem (c) 2003 by Astrid L.
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