In Elder days my life was set,
In bliss and splendour I did dwell,
But shadow came and overswept,
And in that land my tower fell.
The tree did fail,
My daughter fled,
my heir upon the trail,
but they were caught and were then trapped,
but saved by might of mail.
For then a hero fey and strong,
Strode forth toward his doom,
For he saved the fleeing throng
and smote down all evil,
But fell toward his tomb.
My gardens are now barren,
My fields are now lost,
and now they live beneath the sea,
and there to ever dwell you'll see,
the ruin of my ost.
[ January 21, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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