The Song of Fenmarel Mestarine


The singer does not sing
and the dancer dances no longer
for Fenmarel last of the Teraniel,
silently grieves the end of the Golden Age.
The warrior goes to war
and the swordsman swings his sword
for Fenmarel defends the forest homes.
The shires for the Holbyt
The caves for the Gnummor
The mountains for the Dwennir
The wood is for the Faere.
Outcasts, loners, and those who wander
have a friend in he whose mourning does not end
as others raise their cities upon the surface.
Fenmarel Mestarine,
Last of the Teraniel
Last of the Teraniel

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