With Kraken gone, the fearful folk returned to ply the sea,
And safety made the legend pass, though inadvertently.
A town was founded near the place where Galen’s cottage stood.
Where once a barren coast had been, there grew a neighborhood.
So Galen’s fame was scarcely known, but heroes must be paid.
He used his bellows and his forge to work the blacksmith’s trade.
At times, he fashioned stranger things, though most did not know why,
And, with his arm around Celeste, would stare into the sky.
Their union prospered in its way for those who cared to see
That Galen and his winsome bride were blessed with progeny
Of fairest skin on stoutest limb and fire behind their eyes.
They raised them well and lovingly and taught them to be wise.
They taught them work and taught them play, made sure that they were fed,
And told them stories in the night, then tucked them into bed.
As seasons changed, they watched them grow till they were straight and tall,
By young desire distracted from the saddles on the wall.
And, one by one, they saw them leave, when they were fully grown,
To found new homes with spouses fair and children of their own.
There is a way, mad by design, a way that wisdom makes,
To set the young at liberty to make their own mistakes.
And, one by one or all at once, the children would return,
The cottage glowing in the night with candle wax to burn.
They laughed and ate. Some went outside to play or walk around,
No longer knowing what they paced had once been sacred ground.
Their father told his history repeatedly, and yet,
Through unfamiliarity, descendants will forget.
And so he hammered weaponry and saved it for the days
Another generation would embrace heroic ways.
Some undergo the humble change from ridicule to fear
As those once sheltered made aware of danger drawing near,
But some remember righteous thoughts, discovered in their youth,
Of better dreams and simpler ways that turn them to the truth.
In times of pride and apathy, depending on the year,
There well might come a moment when a Kraken will appear.
As some are lost or made aware, the cycle starts again
To test the motivations that direct the hearts of men.
Still, man and wife would spend their days in faith and blessedness,
Commend themselves to higher things, and frequently confess
That tribulation comes to teach the lessons all must learn
In preparation for the day the griffins will return.