Hair of polished ebony.
Beaten silver, woven through
Endless knots of memory.
Stars of heaven gleaming hard:
Eyes of ancient burnished steel.
Flaming sparks, a broken shard;
Depth of knowledge to reveal.
Keen to sense what is not seen:
Ears have caught the timeless song.
Joy glitters �neath sorrow�s sheen,
Echoes of the ages long.
Firm to counsel wayward men:
Lips impart what age instills.
Good and evil known within,
Matchless wisdom endless spills.
White and fair yet strong and hard:
Hands that grasped the singing blade.
Bound in gold, wisdom to guard
Midnight fire soon to fade.
Knows the truth yet fears the end:
Noble heart doomed to foresee.
All the sorrows could not bend
Her will, nor send her to the sea.
Deathless lord of failing race,
Wisdom�s word will claim them all.
Sent the fair to night�s embrace;
Not in vain did their stars fall.
Search the darkness for the dawn;
Hope returns from eastern sea.
A ship of light leaps like a fawn,
Bearing the Lord of Victory.
-Elvellon Ringsbane
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