On the Encaving of the Dark Elves
Let me tell you a tale of times long past
The warbells doth toll, their loud warnings blast
The entire drow army, our powers amassed
Versus dragon hoards, strength unsurpassed.
The finest drow soldiers in armour pristine,
Hold formation as talons of dragons convene,
The moonlight glinting off scales of green,
Silence broke by a warcry, onward brutal scene.
Soldiers stood strong, armour iron-cast
Rangers and Wizards in the distance harassed,
Sky lit with the arrows and spells that they cast,
But t’was quickly apparent their foes would outlast.
The lush forest views turned a frightening path,
Drow bodies strewn lifeless amidst the bloodbath,
Majestic beasts storm through their flaming warpath,
Burning bodies to crisps with their fiery wrath.
Distraught voices silenced, drow lives bequeathed,
To the ravenous gnashes of draconic teeth,
Both sides fight for mountainside caverns beneath,
Noise approaching the caves of the Drow underneath.
Teeming with helpless civilian lives,
Quiet murmurs of children and husbands and wives,
Brandishing last resort ladles and knives
If the dastardly draconic menace survives.
But just as all hope had all but gone away,
All horrors were drowned by a splendid display,
Of musical notes and enchanting wordplay,
Drums and lutes, harps and flutes keep the dragons at bay.
The fighting slowed down as the sounds bellowed louder,
The dragons distracted from dark elven chowder,
Scaled bodies settled down from their enraged bounder,
Each bard playing hard as the dragons would crowd her,
In a twist that no soldier or leader had seen,
The dragons were calmed by the Bards’ final scheme,
Their music entranced beastly rage to serene,
A surprising turn, a solution was gleaned.
An informal treaty of peace was conceived,
The caves would be claimed and the forests relieved,
The drow in the darkness, light weakness alleved,
The dragons above, their protection received.
But protection was granted at some minor cost,
Our ability to roam on the upper lands lost,
And once every decade a bard must be tossed
To perform for the dragons lest the treaty be quashed.
This tale of my people may not be so true,
The dragons are harder than that to subdue,
But a threat to a bard tossing lessons askew,
They’ll be tossed to the dragons if class can’t ensue.
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