Sing a song of ancient lore
And I will dance forever more.
Tell me of the times before
When we were free from troubles.
Speak to me of tales of old;
Of castles dark and knights so bold;
Of the moon of silver and sun of gold
And I will sit enchanted.
Paint a picture for all to see
Of a beautiful race of people free,
Who paved the road for you and me
To live in a world of acceptance.
Dream of an evening's starry sky.
Imagine the darkness passing by.
Hope for an eternity, then breathe a sigh
Of relief that WE will still be there.
Heritage
by Selena FireSinger, 1999 |
Arriving, quickly, having met the Elven Prince on his joiurney here Female enters, cloak wrapped around her, suggesting herself to be a mere traveller femine moves forwards, dark gaze falling across the dragon before quick words, unaudiable to any in the sound of battle, yet spoken none the less...
Brushing her cloak down from her head with a sweaping motion female glares defiantly at the dragon, hands falling into a outstretches posture as the others rage is sighted.... lips parting swiftly to release a second string of unheard sylobles, shields forming before those o' good heart.... |
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