My Inky Folios: Reincarnate

Another poem - but this one has nothing to do with dying queens or tortured women (referring to my previous compositions). I tried to incorporate an aura of awe - the tale spoken of in the poem has grasped the imagination of the village-folk, and they're never tired of retelling it to travelers in the inns. I would love your feedback!

Reincarnate

There is a tale woven

In the inns of old lands

And it speaks of men

The dauntless of their clans

Of times when suns

And moons failed to shine

And beasts that swallowed

Stars that rose high

There were seas, a deep blue

With caverns, crystal clear

And the songs of sirens

Brought sailors to their lair

The story tells of

Wolves that roamed homes

And giants, one-eyed

Turning gladiators to loam

Tombs that lay cracked

Lonesome in the hills

While raiders sold remnants 

Of kings and their frills

A peak that touched 

The sky in its mirth

And a pit that boiled 

With the rage of the earth

By old illusions

The fog was unwelcome

Until the day a queen rose

From the land seen seldom.