Storyteller

Aislinn the Bard

In midsummer in the Hellers high, I will fly,
In a glider run by matrix, ride the sky.
Through an arch of blood-red sunlight o’er green wood below
I’ll ride the winds and the currents I know so well.

In midsummer in the Hellers high, I will fly,
In a glider run by matrix, ride the sky.
The storms that ravage these hills I know as my friends,
They bow and they bend and they move at my mind’s command.

I am the bringer of storms, the ruler of lightning!
The queen of the thunderclouds soaring high above me.
The storms that howl through these hills at this time of year,
Run from the power inside me in passionate fear!

In midsummer in the Hellers high, I will fly,
In a glider run by matrix, ride the sky!