In here somewhere you may have read a little poem called Legend
There are two more parts to it that seem to finish it nicely
This is the first

The Diaries of Algorin

Algorin- The Diaries
Remember you the Chrystal flame and stories that are told
Of the King who so loved war, that his life was sold
Remember how we live our lives free from any hate
Yet loathe the man who killed the King ‘ere it was too late
Imagine what he felt like; this servant of the king
When he took his final aim, then let his arrow sing
To whom do we owe loyalty; can loyalty have an end
Shall we wander through his life, see how it was spent
The Diaries of Algorin; just happen to be mine
When and why and how; perhaps you’ll learn in time

The curse of love is mine it seems
Now are shattered all the dreams
I loved my country far too well
Sent my King down into Hell
Once I had a loving friend
Now I’ll not see him again

So there I stood upon a cliff
Welcome Death; I welcome this
Mob is coming hear them roar
Vengeance for the arrows fall
The lust for life is very strong
So I never faced the throng
Like a coward turned away
For I could not face the shame

For many days and many nights
I resumed my endless flight
Left my trackers far behind
Yet I wished for Death inside

None of you will realise
How many times a coward dies
Every day there builds his fears
Often I’d break down in tears
Part of me liked what I’d done
But every day I’d greet the sun
Know I had killed my King
Living didn’t mean a thing

Stayed away from people, wandered lost alone
At times there was a cave, that I called my home
Slowly I turned bitter, as cowards often do
My country and my Prince, what had they put me through
Was I just a simple Pawn, in some master plan
What I had had to do, should not fall to man
I could not really justify, what I had just done
Roland my dear friend, Why was I the one

Malaise of the spirit creeping through my veins
Once a warrior bard, now no trace remains
Shattered; brooding, bitter, life is just a sham
Can never really live again, don’t know who I am

In the heat of battle Death holds pride of place
But after bloody murder seems I often saw his face
May think Galinor was evil, so deserved to die
You did not stand cold-blooded to let the arrow fly
Were there other options I had failed to see
Perhaps the name Algorin deserves its infamy

Very changed from who I was, now an empty shell
Had no care for no one and no care for myself
May have been a year or two or maybe it was ten
Something dragged me screaming, to the world of men

To hunt a deer alone for days is not an easy thing
Middle of the winter, weather harrowing
Very air was full of frozen darts of sleet
Barely feel my hands; couldn’t feel my feet

Deer was just ahead; I’d run him to the ground
Over to my left there came an awful sound
Deaths sound is unmistakable to those battle wise
Death was playing games, right before my eyes

Bow was still a part of me; the arrows sped away
Death now claimed its dealers, on that winters day
Caravan had been attacked; Death how claimed them all
Would be food and scavenging; deer had no need to fall

Loaded up the horses to take back to my cave
Was then I heard the crying; as if from in a grave
Beneath it’s now dead mother a tiny baby girl
Screamed its fright and anger out into the world
She was just a few weeks old; a tiny little mite
Should I take her with me, or leave her to her plight

There’s a moment in our lives; time seems to stand still
Do not know the reason; perhaps I never will
These moments last forever; to give us time to think
Then they go away; as if you just have blinked

Think about the situation; here was I a man
To raise a tiny baby, takes a woman’s hand
As I reached to strip the gold, from the mother dead
Saw that Fate had offered me another chance instead

My bow had once caused, the death of Calinor
Now it could have saved, a baby that was pure
Took the gold and babe, wrapped them in my cloak
Tried to keep her warm as to my cave I rode

Nursing babes need mother’s milk; of this I had none
So ‘twas on blood and wine weaned, her life had begun
Soups became my specialty, oh how fast she grew
So I learned to love again; then the time now flew

Solitude is easy if you bear the traitors curse
Solitude for growing girls is really so much worse
Time had come; sure it would; finally the day
Left a cave of love and joy; wandered on our way

Village in a distant land became our new home
Quietly, in peace, I watched my baby grow
Not knowing of the storm, that around us grew
Unknowing of the trouble this would put us through

You had peace and love, through the Chrystal Flame
But in many other parts, it was not the same
I long had had my fill of war, but it still haunted me
So it came to visit our small village by the sea

Dawn was barely breaking, time of peace on earth
When Death came a calling, in his grisly hearse
I can say I fear Death, does that a coward make
When offered up his cup before, I did not partake

I had my daughter with me, so I did not fight
We ran and hid from battle in the cold dawn light
We saw new friends die, we saw strangers kill
Death hovered with his scythe and his evil grin

As the fighting grew we tried to slip away
Someone noticed movement, so we were betrayed
An arrow hit my darling, speared her through the arm
It had been my duty to keep her safe from harm

They had hurt my daughter, so they all must pay
Bow came off my shoulder and arrows fell like rain
They say I was invincible, but I only fought for life
Just wanted an end, to the horror and the strife

Fought them hard and drove, the invaders from our shore
But knew in our hearts, they’d be back for more
The fools they called me hero, but all I had done
Was need to save my daughter, therefore I had won

Village indefensible, especially from sea
Gathered the survivors to hide them in the trees
Lead them through the forests for many many days
For us to survive, we had to get away

They were many we were few; we would not win a war
But we took our chances to even up the score
They died from behind, as often as we could
Then a lone assailant; backed into the woods

I had no want for leadership, just wanted to survive
Find a place, far away, where no one else would die
A leader of a band, has a duty to his men
When he takes them out, they should get home again

So they learned the art of ambush, these simple country folk
How to sneak up quietly and stab them in the throat
I had turned my fellow men into those who killed
When they did it well; I took pride in their skill

So here was me a man, who killed to stop a war
Teaching his companions to go out to kill more
I had to face the widows, of those who did not learn
Seemed all my hopes and dreams; forever would be spurned

Yes I had hopes and dreams again; Myrel gave me those
This girl without a mother; as I watched her grow
She wore her scars of battle proud, and ‘ere it was too late
I had to find a reason, to send her far away

I tried hard to be fair to all people in the band
Myrel was my daughter; just so you understand
Instead of playing childish games, I taught her the bow
Though she was my favourite, I could not let it show

Think of someone special who taught you how to live
Now death and destruction is all that you can give
Because you are a leader, can be no favourites here
Every time she left the camp my heart was full of fear

Think about a girl child, in a time of war
Think of what she did and the things she saw
A girl child in an ambush is really perfect bait
Had to get away, must make our escape

I’d heard about an island, far across the sea
Voyage hard and dangerous but there we’d be free
Villagers were fisher folk; they knew the designs
Boats were ready quickly and only just in time

Myrel was on the first boat, while behind I stayed
Had to slow the enemy; make sure they were delayed
Her proud strong and defiant, standing by the bow
We never kissed goodbye, how I regret that now

She sailed into oblivion, no trace was ever found
Every other boat, reached the island safe and sound
I think that was the final straw, I left the world of men
Now the old man on the hill will not go there again

It’s been too many years since I heard my name
Algorin the Traitor; now Keeper of the Tale
I have lived my life; I have a few regrets
One thing I can say; I always tried my best
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If you enjoy this I will post the final bit
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