Cedric the Owl in the Forgotten Valley

Cedric the Owl, with eyes both wide and bright,

Who sees the world from perches high above,

What plight doth draw thee from thy skyward flight,

To grace man’s realm bereft of filial love?

Upon a quest, amidst King Graham's strife,

Thy wisdom golden feathers parted lend.

How shall we fare through perils danger rife,

And will thy keen sight guild us to the end?

Yet heart does falter, doubt that cossets still,

Can feeble beak incant the proper tune?

If darkness teaches, spirits bend to will,

Cast in the gloom or graced by twilight's moon.

Ah! Cedric hoots, with knowledge forth he yields,

Infrangible cords of fate the heart now feels.