Castle of Mists

In Mistwood's castle, where shadows creep,
A brutal rite, secrets deep.
Beneath the veil, with tears unshed,
Warriors clash, hearts heavy lead.

Time's guardians whisper low,
As Elisbeth strikes the deadly blow.
Kyilee yields, in love's cruel chain,
Her spirit bound, through endless rain.

Flames and air, a mournful dance,
Earth and water, fate's grim trance.
Stars witness as blood paints the stone,
A sacred offering, left alone.

Mist swirls thick, with mournful cries,
Saphira roars, beneath starlit skies.
Air and fire, in power untold,
Elisbeth strong, with a heart grown cold.

Kyilee's spirit, ever near,
Whispers wisdom, conquers fear.
Birth to death, life's fleeting flame,
A cycle turns, whispered by their name.

Once they chased the wind's light song,
Now warriors fierce, where love goes wrong.
Pride crumbles, as lessons unfold,
Passion's fire, worth more than gold.

Elisbeth stands, with hardened soul,
Her castle built, where darkness holds.
Mists fade away, with a final plea,
Heroes lost, to eternity.

In Mistwood's castle, the legend sleeps,
Beneath cold earth's hold, where silence weeps.
Spirits wander, stories untold,
Beyond the mists, whispers arise, eternal.

Destinies weave, though time may wane,
Each sacrifice, a whispered refrain.
Elisbeth and Kyilee, once hearts alight,
Dreamed of dragon's bond, beneath moonlit night.

Warrior women and the dragon, a dancing tale,
In the shadows of Mistwood, their legend prevails.

Eric Van Bogaert - part of Dragon Blues, the legend