Here is one I wrote myself for a novel I never published.

 

Sorrow, heartbreak

the people are dying.

Fear, desperate ache

the people are crying.

 

Where is that power that will save the world?

Where is that man who will stand alone?

When the dark clouds gather and stormwinds whirl

I look about and there are none.

 

Awake! Awake! let the fires burn!

All the world to ashes returns!

Darkness of the soul, darknes in my eyes

Will anyone cry to see the world die?

 

Where are the Guardians, the keepers of the Land?

Those who in ancient days held power in their hands?

Let them speak, for their silence condemns them

or have we at last seen the end of them?

 

If you have seen, if you know

then you are the one who must go

Take up your shield take up your talon

and with this strength arise

For know by this you are Chosen,

The song in your heart and the flame in your eyes!