Teyorm the Songmaker

A poem relating the life of Teyorm Songmaker
Teyorm was true in all his ways, spending his life in peaceful time
Upon the shore he spent his days, singing his songs of perfect rhyme
Upon the bank at ocean side, there did he rest ‘neath sky so blue
When from the west a horse did ride, the finest that he ever knew

Upon the horse a lady fair, tall and robed in deepest green,
Like sunlight was her golden hair, no man had e’er more beauty seen,
Oh Queen of Life, of Sanctuary, he called aloud and bowed him low
No Teyorm, you’ve mistaken me, I am no goddess that you know

I am of the elvish land, and I am of that shining race
I come to you on ocean strand, to look upon your honest face
For it is said you do not lie, that true are all the words you say
The songs you sing both low and high, have reached my ears this bonny day

If you will serve me, Teyorm true, then wonders will I show to thee,
And all the things till now you knew, will seem like foam upon the sea
Seven years you’ll be with me, and ride with me in elvish ways,
And you will find your spirit free, and blessed you'll be for all your days

Songs you’ll learn and stories old, you’ll learn from me and from my kind
If you will be both brave and bold, come mount you up and ride behind
Teyorm climbed on that horse so white, and off they rode at mighty speed
And though the pace caused him to fright, his heart was filled with joy indeed

Strange ways they rode as dark as night, with but her song to guide their way,
Her words themselves were shining light, Her song was there the only day,
Until at length a path he saw, A path so strange and winding there,
So distant from his far home shore, So terrible and yet so fair

That path they rode for forty nights, for forty nights led by her song,
They rode past strange uncanny sights, upon that road that seemed so long
Foul beasts he saw, fair creatures too, and distant spires of silver stone
The sky was here a deeper blue, than skies that man had ever known

The grass more green, the air more sweet, The folk there laughed with welcome fair
Come Teyorm, here the elves you’ll meet, The lady said and led him there
She introduced him to her queen, and to the king of forest dark
And huntsmen with their arrows keen, and maidens merry as the lark

And as she spake so was it done, for seven years as he’d been told
In service ‘neath both moon and sun, in joy and woe, in warmth and cold
He served her both with sword and song, in deed of love and in the fray
Until those seven years so long, too soon for him had passed away

Returned was he to Caervil shore, arrayed in finest silver mail
And at his hip a harp he bore, whose music sweet would never fail
From then the songs he sang were strong, he sang of life among the blessed
And yet his heart did always long, among the elves to take his rest.