I have two versions of a poem. The older version of the poem, I wrote more than a decade ago and it is probably more of what a *Fili local to the novel's (Dark Empire's Rise) setting would have written. The second version of the poem is something more akin to what a bard or minstrel might sing by expanding on what the Fili wrote earlier as time progresses.
Which do you prefer?
Lies a castle of evil and death
Don’t cross the path of Orion,
You may be drawing your last breath
A place filled with danger and mystery
No one emerges alive
There is no end to its history
The owners are deadly and sly
They hunger for blood
Of both woman and man
The lynx holds the key
Of the time it began
The rage of a beast,
The face of an angel
They gallantly feast
On all who are unable
Orion are they
Cunning and handsome
Hunters and stalkers
Life is their ransom.
In the grasp of the Devil’s claw--
Beware the curse of Orion’s dark path
Or the last breath of life may ye draw.
The faces of angels capture the heart;
The flames of desire, they burn;
The rage of a beast possesses their soul--
For the blood of mankind they yearn.
The Hunter’s essence reborn from the stars,
Descendants from legend arise--
Ev’ry opponent will fall by their hand;
The rulers are deadly and sly.
Immortal and cunning in ev’ry chase,
They feast with a fairly won crown--
And so shall it remain forevermore
Until all of time crumbles down.