The Three Warriors
(Calaman Kade, Cass Crellwin, Tobias Tave)
Galloping along in a thunderous roar
Horseshoe hooves on rough desert floor
Rode the two horsemen and Calaman Kade
Riding forth for some fresh cooling shade
Calaman was a man without fear
Old and wise through a long career
Through many a battle his colleagues he’d led
With a crown of pure gold upon his great head
His armour was also plated with gold
And in his gauntlet a sword he did hold
Which he waved in circles above his great head
As onwards he rode and his warriors he led
The souls that followed Kade’s fine steed
Were not all from Grimney’s human creed
One was Cass Crellwin Elvin of birth
In a hundred fights she had shown her true worth
A beautiful maiden in soft silky dress
Naked beneath in anything less
Her eyes deep blue and her skin pearly white
Her blonde flowing locks shone in the light
Cascading down to her bare shoulders below
And as she rode the wind made it flow
Blown by the wind that gusted the air
Onwards she raced a heart without care
Behind her came Tave a contrasting sight
A warrior in leather out for a fight
With dark hair cut short on an unshaven face
And in one gloved hand a large metal mace
Astride a black stallion that pounded the dust
His sword in its scabbard coated with rust
A shield on his saddle hung at his side
Onwards they charged for glory they ride!
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