By Strider13sw
The Altene
There Once was a Healer,
From away far Altene,
Who didnít believe in war.
An outcast, an Exile,
This Altene, He.
This Altene, He,
Went through the City,
Healing Men, Women,
Rats, dogs, and monsters,
An outcast, An Exile
This Altene, He.
This Altene, He,
Walked to the river,
And said to Ereale,
Why?Why?
An outcast, an Exile
This Altene, He
This God, Him,
And Ereale said,
Because, Because
You are I,
I am you,
This God, Him
This Altene, He,
And He said,
I am a healer,
Because of you?
An outcast, An Exile,
This Altene, He.
This God, Him,
And He said,
You are my successor,
Me : you, you : me,
This God, Him.
This Altene, He,
And He said,
You are I, I Are you.
We are together
An outcast? An Exile?
An Altene, He
This God, Him,
And he said,
You my Son,
You will take my place,
This God, Him
And Ereal, The God,
Lay down and died,
And his Son,
This Altene,
This Outcast, This Exile,
His Son, Took his place.
This is the Story of an Altene, He,
A Healer,
A Gods Son,
This Altene He,
Named Larn,
So many years ago,
Became Ereal
Shlinter Sargont
Bard, Altene Stavesm