The Settling of the Northern Shore
For ages past, in times of peace,
Before the days when peace would cease,
Passive, tranquil elves of Restore
Inhabited the eastern shore.
The pools that once brought healing grace
Became instead a deathly place.
The elves were forced to flee their land;
This was the prophecy's demand.
The Emerald Ring must be saved,
The way had long ago been paved,
To go to the cold northern shore
Was fate for the elves of Restore.
Until the days of Altiny,
When he would claim his destiny
And return to the eastern shore
To bring back the Age of Valor.
Into the darkness dim they fled,
To leave the abode of the dead.
Silent and secret was their flight,
Yet still their hearts were gripped by fright.
Daemond, the Dark Lord of the Void,
Desired the elfin ring destroyed.
The grandson of King Restiny
Must not achieve his destiny.
Dragons rose up from pits of fire
To answer the Dark Lord's desire.
Dwarves came marching from the deep,
With axe and shield, an oath to keep.
Dragons and dwarves fought through the dark,
Flame and axe alike left their mark.
Dwarf axes severed dragon heads,
Leaving many vile dragons dead.
Elfin kind mourned the dwarves so brave,
Who gave their lives, an early grave,
To save the elves' quest to end war,
caused by the deceit of the Dark Lord.
This is a transitional piece in my series of poems. There are several allusions to other pieces in this series.
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This is one in a series of fantasy poems
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