Elven Song

Down Valleys deep, up Skies so highXML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O />
The Ogres leap and Dragons fly
The Elves they sing of Guardians Black
Of restless King who will come back

To seek his longforgotten Vall’
Of honey golden, flave so sweet
Where magic dawns all feel so well
And Elven-daughters' Fairies meet

In times which now to past belong
On merry feasts the Elves they sung
Those days the King he seeks – for he
Without the laughter just can’t be

But rivers fine from milk were made
And sweet of love the air to breethe
These final words of dreams will fade
The King now cries and Daughters grieve