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poem written about the decimation of the elves |
The nightfall of the elves has come Alone they flee from their home No great king to lead them from their strife So many wounds, such loss of life The great ones from history fade No man will revel at what they made Half-elves, their own are not even spared The young stolen from where they reared Like torches burning, cities light Such few elves succeeding in their flight The few, cowards, hide in the trees Weeping with grief, falling to their knees This alone is just one tribe Many will soon taste the vibe Of terror, strife, destruction great None dare guessing this cruel fate One by one destruction will be dealt Their cities torch, their histories melt The sages, in their tombs weep The netherworld pierced with this grief Human men lead this charge Great men, strong and large “Seize the warriors, the princess too” “Leave none free, they’ll make a zoo” Elves, screaming, are taken up The elders parted from their cup Of ages as they are singled out As ones of great wisdom and great tout The destruction reigned that night was grim Their capital left without a whim Of rescue as the elves fled forth As the armies of the north Descend to join their eastern brothers More elf children separated from their mothers As fathers die, their lives protecting those that once were free of all woes the fire spread, more lives consumed as pottery went up in scented plumes of smoke, obscuring the moon above the elves main god, whom they loved as smoke cleared, and fires died down the air devoid of any kind sound the apocalypse has come, the end is passed of the elves which once were massed are scattered few, none fit to fight back all too stunned by this attack save one, an elven youth who found these humans quite uncouth and on that tree, on which he stood an oath he swore from beneath his hood “my brothers’ blood shall be avenged The humans shall soon taste revenge” |