Shattered Crystal 4-The Golden Orb

Shattered Crystal 4
The Golden Orb

A fiery lass, sometimes crass
Stalked from the tavern door
Down muddy road, again she strode
To home her anger bore

Those filthy hands from drinking man
While others laughed and cheered
Her anger deep she fell asleep
Though sleep was what she feared

Each night the same her anger came
Though she willed it not
Each morning fresh she did confess
And hated what life begot

On way to town, rain came down
Soaking her to the skin
Shelter found, she looked around
As something stirred within

Flicker of light gave startled sight
Beneath a broken board
A crystal globe she did behold
Beneath the plank was stored

The morning came, also a change
A lady there of means
No tavern wench to serve them drink
Passing strange it seems

A man to serve ale with verve
Dressed fine as can be
Tavern owned, each lowly stone
By one of class you see

Upon her breast at her behest
A pendant with a stone
An orb aglow hung just so
And it was not alone

Below the orb a crystal shard
Not meant for our kind
Though many stared, no man dared
To touch her crystalline find

For many a year with nary a fear
She wore the crystal shard
Till one day she went away
From the tavern courtyard

A bargain it’s said with those long dead
She honored in the end
A pile of stone, she stood alone
Then faded in the wind

Let all beware those who dare
The crystals siren call
A price you’ll pay for they will slay
Our kind will ever fall