The Council of Anderson - Gandalf's Fist

The silent planet bathes its shores

In moonbeams from the night

As shadow children dream their dreams

To hear their mothers cry

The echo of the solar breeze

Falls soft upon the sands

Walking to the jester’s tune

On this rose across the stars…

The tyrant in his emerald spire

Casts shadows in the night

His fear is brought to waking souls

Who sleep beneath the light

The watchmen of the city wall

Call out the sorcerer’s name

The brave men of the citadel

Fall back against the flame

The council members disappear

To rooms beneath the mire

The courtyard of the cowardly

Hears whispers of the fire

The summoned party pays the price

Death takes them by the hand

He leads them on a merry dance

Across this cursed land…