Song of the Great god of the forest, By'lyl
By’lyl the tyrant born of sun and sea,
Crushed his foes and cried up a storm.
By’lyl the wicked monarchy,
T’was the reason the people croaked.
By’lyl the god, the people would plea,
Please halt the fatal, deadly blows.
By’lyl the sly agreed happily,
Only to ask each season for some meat.
By’lyl the hungry spoke each word,
A man in the summer, ox in the fall–
By’lyl the greedy continued,
A lady in the winter and a babe in the spring–
By’lyl the demon the people feared,
So yes of course, the compromise was heard.
By’lyl the first was a winner for sure,
Then a boy came, the first to be murdered–
By’lyl the beast licked his lips,
But the boy cried “wait!” He wished for sight.
By’lyl the generous agreed for some glow,
The boy lit a match, but he wanted more.
By’lyl the proud could be patient,
The boy held a torch and opted for a delay–
By’lyl the tall understood,
He let the boy light up more wood.
By’lyl the shrewd mockingly stood,
Yet the boy shook his head, his greatness not understood.
By’lyl the tempest gave one more try,
So the boy waved a branch and the forest went alight!
By’lyl the forest now cried aflame,
The child shrugged.
He said, “Now I see that you’re not so great.”