| The End of an Age of Power- A Lament For the Elves So for awhile It was the same Not a word was spoken Of the danger that was to come Or of the heartbreak And loss that would occur So silent and sweet Soft and serene But only the calm Before the storm Just the silence Before the crashing Of the wave Before we knew it The tide had turned We were swept away In the moment And the end came So quickly That we hit hard Did we know What was to become Of us now? Did we know Our fate? Yes.... But we carried on Like tomorrow would come This was done By our own hands By our valour We were our own undoings We turned the wheels of fate Against ourselves Only to save the others We gave up our time Willingly And sadly We passed out of existence |
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| Lament for the Elves is copyright of the Goddess | ||||||||
| Mine! So back off, you gangrel creature! | ||||||||
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