Kel'han's Lament
By Queva Shee Mhor [Author Info]
Look all around you
Under the Linth'el Hills.
This was our realm.
We walked amidst the splendid palaces
That glimmering water carved for us
In the dawn of time.
We moved
By the music of falling drops
And the secret rhythms
Of our hiding companions,
Their deadly, shimmering threads,
Whispering softly in the breeze
Of our passage.
A secret world of shadows
Was our home.
Its endless, untold beauty
Our garden.
And darkest, most beautiful gem,
Precious was my love;
His embrace
A dream of silk and ebon,
Eyes as deep as the waters
Of this lake.
Precious was my love
And I, his queen.
What is left to me now?
Empty is the palace,
His laughter does not echo
Throughout the ancient halls.
The lake does not mirror
Any longer
His gentle face
As he sat singing for me
The melodies of old.
My jewel was taken,
And the sudden silence
Is filled
With the bitter dirge
Of his entire world.
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