Quite a mystery is he
The one they call,'The Messenger of Norvii'
Vanishing right in front of your eyes
A sly trick he uses,to play with people's minds
Only to reappear right under their noses,
And startle them from behind.

No one knows how he does it
Atleast,no one other than me;
For he had told me personally
The heroic tales of twelve men including he
In a faraway magic planet
From where they began their wondrous journey.

With a slight toss of his silky raven hair,he flies;
To seek his eleven brothers fair
Who reside in different skies.
In a bid to restore the Tree of life
From the treacherous red forces,they strive
For when evil completely takes over the tree,
From their realms,they can't be set free.

But when the moon overshadows the sun
They have yet another chance of becoming one
As this Knight of all realms
Will be able to catch a glimpe
Of the tree's other living gems
When the sky sports a dazzling eclipse.

But I often find myself in times of worry
Wondering when my Knight will leave me
For I'm in love with him,you see
The one they call,'The Messenger of Norvii'.

I can spot him even now
From the corner of my eyes
A noiseless shadow
Amidst the throng of people,he lies.
With a wolvish grin b with mischeif,
He patiently waits for the day
His mystic power takes him away
To live in eternal harmony with his kinship.

For nothing can stop them thus
No,not even the love in my mind
From leaving this planet,their kind
In a wisp of smoke,you will find
Them disappearing,their Exodus.

[Note: Norvii is a derivative of the old English word 'Nearwe' which means 'The ones closed in' or 'The ones oppressed']