(Not from the history of Achaea, but just a fantasy piece. A prince is
slain by his traitorous uncle. The prince�s lover, the lady Ariente,
kills two assassins, but the castle is compromised. She calls to
Argentis, a king of Unicorn, to save her.)


Ariente: The flight from Caer Ante


Smooth silver-flanked, brave moonlight�s steed,
Your proud head raised on high.
Immortal prince of all your kind,
I pray, to me, you fly.

The prince I loved, my brave sweet lord,
Now lies in Death�s dark sleep.
So I must flee to forest�s depths,
And, in their safety, weep.

To use a sword and dagger,
My prince had taught me well,
And when the traitors came for me,
They fought.. and fighting.. fell.

But now my prince�s enemies
Are on the castle walls.
I see them searching for me,
And I hear their hunting calls.

So I sing sweet eldritch song,
To reach through time and space
And bring you, my salvation,
Across the sea to race.

Smooth silver-flanked, brave moonlight�s steed
Your proud head raised on high.
For the love you bore my Love,
I pray, to me, you fly.


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Mayan, in the year 376 AF.