Riddles for Children â€" Nursery Rhymes by Saaga Mes’ard, part 1

-Isle-

One day in the Basin of Life, once upon a time
Not long from Estarra’s return, the stars in skies did shine
Upon an island small in size, not far from Moonlit Woods
Where pixies ran in merriment and Moonhart grew its roots

The island was a pretty one; many willows greeted its shore
And on that pretty isle once, a scaled Merian was born
He was taken to a city, grown in a city under the Bright Star
Although all day longed the merian back to his Isle in afar

In the Wilde, stepping on the leaves, a little elfen dwells
A maid she was, a pretty one, upon her hair seashells
Her hair so fair of auburn hues, her eyes deepest green
And what she said from her heart, that always did she mean

Once day the scaly Merian, at last he came of age
And ventured back to his bonny isle, that proud water mage
He set home to its sandy beach, under a gnarled tree
There the young man spent a year, amongst warm sands and sea

One day a bonny elfen maid, the one with auburn hair
Set her foot to sandy beach of the island-oh-so-fair
Hidden the young merian followed the maid with his eyes
And such was beauty of the maid, unmatched by the skies

So the scaly merian stepped from his shroud
Gathering his courage he was, to dare to speak aloud
She made it first and greeted him with the sweetest look
And so was the young merian helplessly on hook

In their time these two young, exchanged wows of love
And were married on the isle too, in a little grove
Days of happiness and loving from that day did follow
For all day did the young ones swim in seas shallow

But then came day, the one she had feared:
Merian’s departure in war against Demons neared
With tears these two said their farewell, yet ashamed
For his hope was the he’d return, soon to his love again

But no hope was for merian against the Demon Lords
No hope was there for the party of staffs and swords
By Lusiphage, by the dreaded one, was he at last consumed
And thus was the fate of the merian, for eternity doomed

Upon the isle, where his heart resided, the news were soon heard
And sadness filled the soul and mind of the little elfen shard
Three days and nights she wept alone, to her sorrow she was bound
And into her tears the bonny island thus drowned

Such was the story of two young lovers, the merian and the maid,
But yet there is a little thing that ought to be now said
Never search for a bonny isle, near woods where a pixie hides:
for in the bottom of Inner Sea the isle forever lies

-An Aslaran bed-time rhyme-

Sahn lirr, sahn lirrr, sahn tii rran!
May your prey be swift, and you even swifter
Vurr nroah, vurr uushahz, vurr ahsmohr!
My beloved young, I will ever be prouder

Kur eenahll, kur eengrahll, kur lahrh, kur ssplehvrr!
Seek for understanding in truest of dreams
Yehklahrh zayah kur, ahn yehklahrh hirrr!
And may you ever wake up proud of your race and your tribe

Nroah lirr, nroah lirrr
May Aslarn and Shanth watch over you
Nroah lirr, nroah lirrr
May your heart always stay true

Dream my child, dream my child…

-A dracnari bed-time rhyme-

Child of Dracnoris, child of eternal flame
A shard of Dracnoris, unique and yet the same
May your breath be of heat when you grow in age
May you find your wisdom in fire and in flame

Will you be the one that finds our long lost town?
Will you be the one that the wisdom is shown?
Or shall you dwell in our ancestral home,
Tending to a wyvern, one of your very own?

We are the descendants of Dragons, proud and wise
If you inherit our flame, may it ever burn bright
We shall once more recover the Eternal Flame
But now sleep, child, close your eyes again…

-A dwarven bed-time rhyme-

Deep in the mines lay riches, my child
Better in the safe of a mountain than Wild
Come now, come now, my strong one
Perhaps one day you’ll wield a hack or an axe

Clangorum with you, hear me now
Be proud of your rich history
Hidden inside the mountains, in the Basin’s spine
We indeed are safe, the Kingdom of Dwarves

But now you lay in your bed of stone
Tuck in by mother of your own
Beard does not yet grow on you, little beam,
but now it is time to close your eyes and dream…