The Ballad of the Journeyman

From South to North

He was stubborn

Thirst for adventure

was his own blood

But among all his trips

Just one was his peace

A story so told,

it turned into legend

Sit down in your fence

And listen to his story

From sunrise to sunset

Long time ago

In blue heavens

of creation and love

Stars made their place

Strong bonds as gold

Lights shinning as bolts

Perfect and ethereal like souls

But light is no thing

without the dark

As the Stars were the good

Fierce demons were the bad

Stars gathered up

Their dark materials around

Creating blades

Perfect and sharp

From the void and the chaos

The shashkas came out

Made for fighting

Create and destruct

Just in right hands

Their powers show up

Fallen from heaven long time ago

the sabers got lost far in the North

And here he enters our adventurous man

For hunting and fishing he went around

Among peaks and fierce colds

Among deadly winters far in the North

The legendary sabers he found around

In a big rock they were attached

Among snow and stones

They caught his attention and ignited his eyes

In a big rock they were attached

Among snow and stones

In a kingdom of nightmares

And sinful wishes

Far from all the civilized world

The blades were shining

But their light went out

When he saw them all

Just like normal sabers

They looked like

Thus when he touched them

The chills went down his spine

An unknown power they held

Higher than hope

Deeper than the sea

Just something

Out of this world

The cosmic rock he carved

Bringing the shashkas

With him on his troika

Sliding on ice

He went back to home

Didn't noticed

He wasn't alone

In the dark of the night

In the cold of its wrath

A thrilling feeling

Ran through his blood

And shaked his bones

Throwing him down

The stones and snow

A fierceful presence

With shine in its eyes

A shadow of darkness

A shadow of madness

That just one thing wanted

To just get the shashkas

And using their power

No matter what could happen

To this innocent traveler

He fought in the dark

Against this fierceful shadow

He gave all he had

Against all the odds

Of the grim and the night

He saw the purest magic

Just before his eyes

Astonished and unbelieving

The light came up

Making the Demon

Stretch to its death

Becoming the dust

It used to be

Aeons before time

He swared protecting

The Stellar Shashkas

No matter what could happen

To his own and death

But Demons were not

The only threat for him

Blood thirsty humans

As violent and savage

As the most Damned Fierces

Were seeking his end

For taming the sabers

And getting their power

For filling their lust

No one knows

What happened to him

Although his story

Runs through the blood

The descendants of him,

The journeyman of the North

Wandered of forests

Drown in wanderlust

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Shashka: Long and curved swords from the Caucasus region, traditionally used by Kabardians and Circassian as well as Georgians. Later adopted by the Cossacks from Russia.
Troika: Traditional Russian chariot which consists in a sled, usually drawn by three horses. As they can reach a velocity around 50km/h, they were considered among the fastest land vehicles centuries ago, and tended to be associated with fast travel.