Lost Faeruun

In fair Ghemjana the heart of Cenembra When air was wild and the fae were free No man placed steps on the lands without law And the wee folk played under the Mother Tree
Down from the halls was the Dark Lord cast The rebellious fallen, the haughty and cursed Bringer of pain, Necrodaga the last Son of the gods and father of all perversed
Woe! Shame and calamity of worms Fair Ghemjana, brought low by his blight The fae have retreated and the Mother Tree burns The evermoon gives way to a forest of night
Insipid violator he prowls and pretends While the goddess weeps at her heart The men of the earth he had made friends And all our trees and woods he has spoiled assart.
Does no one weep for the fallen fae? We last remnants of the golden summers Last of our kind, the elves hold the true way As the leaves are burned by mortal newcomers