Nightfall, as the king led his great army ahead
So small, was the hope to make it without bloodshed

But stars fought off the dark of the rising night
Like the little boy fought off any fear
He felt as he ran to try to once more make the kings join hands

The cool breeze of summer
Dancing round them like weeping flowing in the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the frost king's hands

Words of from where their conflict did stem spoken by this wee human seraphim
Echoed in the fey king's mind as he gazed out on his lands
For once, he did not know what to believe

Coming, near the place where they would meet with their foe
The humming, of the woods died down with much worried woe

Doubts faded away within that lush grove
When he gazed upon the fear in the eyes
Of his people that the thought he had failed to protect

The soft chill of autumn lurking 'round them
Like wailing surrounding the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the fey king's hands

Knowing that this would bring war's mayhem
Tears came from the wee human seraphim

Holding on to dreams that both kings would all share the woodlands
He wiped them off and followed on their way

The cool breeze of summer
Dancing round them like weeping flowing in the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the frost king's hands

The soft chill of autumn lurking 'round them
Like wailing surrounding the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the fey king's hands
Surrounding the procession of the kings

The soft chill of autumn lurking 'round them
Like wailing surrounding the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the fey king's hands
Surrounding the procession of the kings