Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Songs of Albinor No. 3
"Song of Gordonia"

By Marcus Pan

Gordonia, great land of praise,
Off shiny tops the sun doth glaze.
Ruled over by tow'r and home,
Across the land it's minions roam.
Riches drawn from earthy deep,
Treasure troves in mounds are steep.
Worked and polished by skillful hands,
Blazing fire like burning brand.
From Mother Earth they steal too much,
Greed and want now in their touch.
From the depths her fires did roar,
Scorching land the dust did pour.
Covered now in Mother's shell,
In Gordonia now no man dwells.
Protected from the stab of greed,
Pass these lands with all god-speed.

The above item may have been edited by the author since its first appearance in Legends No. 14.