Tertia Vita

Book II, Part I: Gratam Terram de Arena

Everything that the light touches is their empire

Together in their kingdom they conspire

They speak of blade and speak of fire

Drawing close to the red life's wire

Three come to the Land

Bringing chaos where they stand

Telling lies and playing their hands

Trying to steal the lover's sand

They tell of a llama, Pizza, it's name

That it had passed on, yet it was a lie, a game

Tango and Martyn were the two to blame

Scar and Our Sunshine tell them to shame

Then along comes Cleo, from the Southern Fields

Enchanted gear on her back and a sword she wields

The Crastle's emblem on her shield

She came for dark oak, to make a deal

The lovers return the lie,

Saying that the last dark oak had died

Saying that they had indeed none

Saying that there wasn't any for anyone

And then, in response to Cleo's request

Scar asks for the chestplate off of her chest

He demands, "Spare a little for we, the oppressed.

Reputation points go to the best!"

And so, she falls for Scar's proposal

And she winds up in his disposal

A chestplate for a reputation

Something quite notorious for the Sand Nation

And along comes Jimmy, seaking sand

He tresspasses and steals from the land

He is caught and Our Sunshine demands

"Respect the torches, respect our land!"

Sunshine returns to Scar, as the sun sets

Scar speaks to Tango, who simply regrets

talking to Scar, for he wants his pants

In return, he'll get points, which Scar grants

Now pantless, Tango retreats

Into the forest, into the trees

And now, Scar, Our Sunshine meets

On the desert dunes, the cycle soon to repeat

Death is a melody, whispered and sung

This song is feared by everyone

By a three-tongued angel this song appears

And it'll haunt one for the rest of one's years

But Death is kind, and loving too

If you listen carefully, you might hear a clue

Our Sunshine knows not yet what to do

To repeat the cycle, and start it anew

The lovers spend their time in the night

Transforming their world to a world of light

For they don't want darkness in their sight

Their fortress becomes the jewel of the night

And while they are lighting they come across Joel

Who Scar pulls aside and gives a proposal,

"Say, my friend, if we find dark oak,

Will you give me the sword beneath your cloak?"

Reluctantly, Joel agrees,

For he desires the dark oak trees

For four "non-existent" saplings

He trades his sword that Scar sees

Nearly fully equipt, Scar laughs and runs away

His task successful for the day

And Our Sunshine follows, following the way

That his lover, Scar, had made

Now, this land was a land of drought

Where there was hardly any food for one's mouth

Where the two's food was running out

Leaving them to search and scout

They build a farm, simple and quaint

For they were tired, their steps growing faint

They needed rest, with great complaint

A bed for their weary heads would be great

And so, with stolen wool and wood

They made a small bed for the two so that they should

Rest easy and sleep on instead

So that they might rest their exhausted heads

They wrap their arms around each other

They cuddle up, the two lovers

They pull themselves under the covers

And waited for the night to pass and be over