L'aucervels' Folly

When Jeagaer raised the sceptor high,
the silence spread like rampant fire.
Prophesy did edify,
as Trojjas played the wincing lyre.
Tis arch of light above them shone,
that brought the leprechauns to muster.
Within each soul the hungry tone
for riches from the rainbow's luster.
The rite of quest would be announced;
appointment of the designate.
A journey far and ne'er renounced,
by the chosen of the vigilant.
The scepter lowered seeking worth
among the throne of restive elves.
And as it stopped the wand gave birth;
the chosen hero, L'aucervels
Without applaud or grand ado,
he set out for the rainbow's end.
But his direction viewed untrue;
his comrades could not comprehend.
They knew the glowing treasure,
lay on the bright extreme.
They watched in great displeasure,
as he strode into the fading beam.
Impossible to now recant;
nor Jeagaer's scepter dare dispute;
eggression done in disenchant;
no opportunity to confute.
The ache of folly faded;
the village tasks resumed.
Hopes to prosper jaded;
settling in a mist of gloom.
Then, resoundingly the signal blared.
Again the mass collected.
L'aucervels met the unprepared;
astonishing and unexpected.
He offered to the altar praise;
kneeling with his head upturned.
Then slowly met his leader's gaze,
and saw the pride of which he'd earned.
Rejoicefully the village sang;
new found fortune to be told.
Through the glens their chanting rang
as Jeagaer saw the gift unfold.
The opening hand of L'aucervels
revealed a tiny skin.
Again dismay among them swelled;
No treasure could be held within!
The gleaming coins still lay beneath
the rainbow's brilliant arc.
Pathway gone now, no bequeath,
until again it paints its mark.
But Jeagaer gently poured the flask,
and sprinkled droplets on the ground.
Resplendence from his earthly task,
like vapor rose to surround.
Water from the rainbow's heart;
drained from the dim and faded tip.
Life-giving nectar to impart,
a treasure in each glistening drip.
The soil transferred to fertile flesh.
The water sparkled new and pure.
Sunshine served to refresh;
to warm the earth and reassure.
Harmony fell on the crowd,
Of such the like had never been.
Dissension traveled as a cloud;
dissipating from the glen.
L'aucervels knew long ago.
In youthful dreams the truth foretold.
The faint end of the rainbow
holds the richest pot of gold.