PHALANX OF THE LIGHT
(inspired by Robert Jordon's Wheel of Time)

Zymyre begins to beat a lost rhythm on his drum set.
Zymyre smiles softly as he begins the tale in rhyme:

	Several days of glory, are told in every story
	Several days of pain, are felt come Winter's rain

Zymyre's low voice changes from a soft,
gently rhythm to a much quicker,
but equally moving, pace.

	But the Phalanx of the Light is more than a tale
	Its warriors marched over hill and dale
	In search of the Darkness, and shadowly spawn
	They're hunting, they're hunting, from dusk to dawn

Zymyre lowers his voice and allows the drum-song to fill the air.
After a pause Zymyre continues in a near whisper,
accompanied by the rhythmic tune.

	It all began in a time of fame,
		when the Wheel was young as a babe still crying.
	It all began in a time of night,
		when the days were filled with good men dying.

Zymyre silences his drums, but the beat still echoes gently.
The soft sounds ring through the air as
the stiff leather covering vibrates.
Zymyre speaks in a low, soft chant.

	And the men and boys and woman and child
	Lived like wolves in the untouched wild
	It was a world this free that was broken my Shadow
	The great depth of life was turned deathly Shallow
	So the men were killed, and the woman taken
	And the children watched, as their world was shaken
		By the shadows that killed their dreams
		By the razored edge of Nightrunner's blade
		By the cursed storm of the Dark One's calling
		By the gravedigger's shovel cutting through jade

Zymyre resumes his drum-beating,
the music picking up where his voice left off.
Zymyre's voice starts once again:

	And from this chaos, with hearts of fire
	The Phalanx rose high, til none could rise higher
	With swords like lanterns they pierced the darkness
	With swords like stakes, they slayed the heartless

Zymyre's face makes faces of strong emotion as his tale
takes you back to sorrows long forgotten.

	It was from the Shadow that this force came
	In the time of hero's, and death, and fame

Zymyre's music drums on continously,
the rhythmic beating taking your mind on the long forgotten journey.

	And when the shadow fell to the venom of truth
	The Phalanx fell, in the rising of youth

Zymyre's drums briefly recount the rising of a new Age,
but his voice is soon telling another tale:

	And tears never fall for their greatness
	And no tongue ever tells their tale
	And no mind ever thinks of their glory
	As they marched over hill and the dale

Zymyre picks up a different rhythm,
his drums beat calmly and distantly;
almost an echo to the rhythm set by his voice.
Zymyre begins the end of his telling The Phalanx of Light.

	But the warriors don't mind, they are long since forgotten
	No tears will come to a memory's eye.
	But think of the Phalanx, while your Summer romances
	For they are as lost, as a sand in the sky

Zymyre sadly stops drumming,
his lips mouthing the last line of the story.

Zymyre silences his drums after a moment of resonating echo.
Zymyre smiles grimly, the tale over.