Listen here, can you hear that song, it’s half agony and half hope?
A little bit of mourning, slathered in love
All that longing, emotions pull and shove
Looky there, over the trees, swooping down, carried by the breeze
A six feet long tail, golden-brown hair in a Mohawk
Green wings, a voice heavy in the air

The words tell a story of a king seeking glory
Tactics cruel and actions gory
A talent pool, alchemist and mage
Not quite fools, but not quite sage
Feathered friend, please come down, I must ask you about your sweet sound
Lights on the ground, he takes a bow
Looks rather confused, he cocks his brow


“I talk to lizards, fish, and squirrels. I’ve even talked to other boys and girls
But I’ve never experienced a sound like this, so beautiful, majestic, so novel yet time-tested
What matter of creature are you?”
“I’m kinda rare, a plume-tailed crested thrasher
But most of my friends simply call me Aescher
I’ve never met a featherless who understands, but, oh well, regardless I think we could be friends
A humanette and a beast…”
“Hey! His name is Fitzbilly! And, what were you singing about a king whose heart is so chilly?”
“He has a son, he seems like a nice kid, but out of fear, the king keeps him hid
The alchemist and mage, when the prince was just a babe
Said some words, waved their hands, and watched the astrolabe
They studied as the prince grew platelets on his skin, organic and metallic
All the wars he could win
But as the child aged, the king became afraid of the child’s new might
So he locked him away
So now Thomas, the Tin Prince, has been trapped ever since in a tower’s top room
A single window is his world
The king won’t let him out out of kingly doubt
I believe that is just absurd”
“The palace our destination, let’s make preparations to save the day
Aescher, lead the way!”