Mountain Song

We asked one hundred bones
Of one hundred lives
Then we would return
The one he desires

Find one hundred beasts
For us on to feast
And we will hold true
The word we give you

Though we won’t satisfy
With any lesser than yours
So have all of them be
Selected by us

But mind you, be wary
For in the mountain they sing
To dwellers in darkness
The darkness will cling

He will capture your essence
But if you take him all in
Your trust be rewarded
With the power he’ll bring

In your quest you became
A formidable beast
You fought eighty-nine
And brought eighty-eight feasts

We admire your progress
And your resolve to compete
But sadly, oh sadly
You faced your defeat

We honour your skill
You were but so close
But this bet is now over
And your familiar still ours

Young wizard, now lay
Your spirit to rest
But rest reassured
You were one of the best

You brought us great fun
And we will sing of your game
When tonight we will feast
Your familiar in your name