A great crowd had gathered
within the Sacred Place
and with heads covered
they knelt on holy ground
for in the sheets of white
lay the brave Faere Rane.
There was a goblin king
whose laughter could be heard
ringing in the forest
where children once knew play
his victory was sore
and birthed in Faere pain.
The Ranaa knew her word
sworn firm upon an oath
after heroes are met
no vegeance would be hers
with battle bravely fought
for death had found the Rane.
No comments:
Post a Comment