((Work has been very slow this week so I wrote a poem about a griffin.))
Oh children born of blood, listen well to this refrain,
of the proud Ala Mhigan griffin and the cruel Garlean chain
The Mad King's hands did push us all 'neath fortune's crushing wheel
allowing the cursed men of Garlemald to bring us all to heel
But twas not just men who lamented when Theodric's war was lost
For the palace's royal griffins also paid a hefty cost
They too were sentenced to toil beneath the Emperor's rule
Overworked and underfed as a pauper's lowly mule
Faced with pain and torture, one by one they bowed
But one would not forsake her birthright, as she was just too proud
She was tall and strong and vicious, her feathers white and clean
Among the palace stable boys, she was known simply as The Queen
The Empire's beast-breaker gloated "I've never once been bitten
For all your bluff and bluster, you're as helpless as a kitten!"
He lassoed her about the neck with a constricting clockwork chain
That would choke and strangle all the more with every muscle's strain
He taunted "Should you try to maul me while this chain is in my grasp
This collar will tighten round your neck until you've gasped your last!"
Ferociously he yanked the chain to bring her from her stall
And she stumbled and bowed her head as if held within his thrall
But the Queen was crafty, her servility a lie
She trailed behind obediently until she saw the open sky
And when at last she felt the touch of a zephyr's gentle hand
She knew the time had come for her to make her final stand.
Suddenly her wings sliced the air with one single thunderous beat
And her talons seized the breaker's flesh, gouging through the meat
You have sealed your doom this day, cried the soldier to the beast
but the griffin did not relax her grip, and took wing toward the east
The chain now cutting off her breath, the Queen choked and coughed
But the wounded man was helpless as she bore him high aloft
With her dying breath she carried him beyond the palace wall
Though she could not kill him herself⌠he did not survive the fall
Some say that when she fell, a bolt of lightning struck the ground
And indeed many believed it when her corpse was never found
In that moment, perhaps the Queen knew the great Destroyer's grace
Raised up by holy levinbolt into his strong embrace
To this day many tell the Queen's tragic, noble tale
To show all Ala Mhigans that their courage could prevail
And if any born of blood should give their life before their pride
The Queen may come to guide their soul aloft to mighty Rhalgr's side.