A song for a pike

As requested:

There once was a tree that grew tall near tarbe.

Around it stood willow birch alder and ash.

but the tall tree was roah planted by aleph.

It stood and it grew and in its dreams took a step.

It wanted to walk and to dash

and to talk and to wander into tarbe.

There once was a wind trashing through its twigs.

They lashed and they bend as far as they could

Then one cracked and then crashed with a zig

Pikemaker sep found it, all was as it should.

He trimed and he carved and pealed form it the bark

Turned twig into a pike so fine it could be fit a monarch

And while his hands moved he dreamt of the son he never had

The twig felt his sorrow and it became sad

Twig pike could not shed tears but it felt like a cry

Something far away heard twig pike and it was a fae

They made a deal and fea shaped twig pike into a son

But sep he was old and was dead when fae was done

in tarbe years later

a boy ruhach to his bones

Met another years later

roah to his bones

one once was a pike

so it was his nature to strike

With a sting

The other so bardlike

that it was his nature to strike

a chrod with a string

and to sing