We fight for the people,
Sing for life's sake,
Keeping the will to live awake,
Never drop into despair,
We'll soon be there,
Bearing not blue upon gloves,
Nor Crests of encompassing gold.
We'll free the blue and send it back,
To replace the grey above.
Paul placed the end of his Pole-arm,
With a hurry to a block of cobblestone,
A rounded, choice rod of wood,
Taken with acceptance from Sharin's orchard,
He can give us apples no more,
His branches are barren, such as I.
We must grant him final purpose,
Chop him down to usefulness.

Rick thought it a fitting jape.
To send a letter to Cornelius's attention,
Astride an arrow enlightened by lyrics,
None save Sharin's own could ever hope,
To do justice.
Born from wood felled by effort against weakness,
Loosed by a man at peak performance,
Trespassed the scarlet black king's sanctuary above weapons,
Announcing their arrival.
A common knife, cracked open a waxy permission.
It hummed with a melody that sang only Cornelius,
May open my trust and read,
My heart.

Cornelius had holed himself up in his study,
Reading useless books, nursing an injured arm.
He'd obtained a spearhead to the bicep and now,
Turning a page took a dozen seconds,
Countless moments he'd see repaid,
Shaken loose from blue upon gloves,
Clutching gold cages keeping innocent blue,
From knowing the truth.
It was the most he could do to contribute,
His skills were taken from him presently,
Pain forced relent when pride refused to back down.
Past war rage kept his blood boiling,
From a mason's window he saw Sharin's legacy,
Conversing and lifting sodden spirits,
Bringing dry to the drowned,
Mirth to the melancholy.

Puddles of old raindrops,
Fog nipped at those wettened edges,
Dew collected on their uniforms,
Fitted just for them,
Many times had she resewn them,
Each time cutting fingers,
Opening old wounds that bled,
It wasn't her territory and yet,
She endured for them.
Johnathan remembered telling her no,
I'll do it myself, she smiled and handed his torn clothes,
To nothing more than ten.

It was Sharin's will that kept them,
From death's solitary company.
Only once satisfied and ready,
Would they return to her side.
Many Sharin's ago dragons learned respect,
As protective music saw their supremacy challenged,
It was despair that threatened them most,
Sharin held them close,
With invisible arms that enclosed,
Around mankind in darker times,
Composed of many efforts,
Leaving none ununited.

Johnathan detested abject poverty,
While bringing riches to the poor,
They'd drank deep of it before,
However by this time they'd grown emaciated,
Rick remarked how their sisters had been claimed by Toblin,
Trapped by crests of blue held in gold,
We'll free them when the time is right,
I promise you.

Each Sharin adept,
Walked at a considerate, gradual pace.
Instructed to never rush a performance,
They intended to let it dictate for them,
The proper time and place.
An audience scheduled days before,
They closed Sharin's door, bid her memory farewell,
Trotted out into the newness of it all,
Here in a spot nestled at the sea's edge,
Colored black by tides of mystery,
Desire would bring the seven humble brothers,
Before the king of Castle Sanguinair,
The kingdom's top archer,
Back before age dethroned and replaced him with,
Nobody.