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From all across the land called Mists
the valiant fighters come
In shining armor, sword, and shield
they seek the throne all one
And now they stand upon the field
and gaze up at the sky
The Griffin lands with wings ablaze
a light shines in his eyeSo fights the griffin round and round
upon the field now red
So fights the griffin round and round
until his foes are deadOne by one the fighters try
their skill and blade wise might
Yet every time the Griffin wins
prancing, dancing light
Until there stand but only one
between him and the throne
There stands the wolf with teeth now bared
who claims them as his ownSo fights the griffin round and round
upon the field now red
So fights the griffin round and round
until his foes are deadThe Griffin sits upon the throne
his wings are wreathed in mist
Silver rests upon his brow
a scepter in his fist
There is no doubt to all the people
gathered here who’s prince
It is our valiant Griffin
Prince Geoffrey of the Mists
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).