ELF SONG


	 The tales of elvin lore are vast
	 Beyond the count of mortal days
	 Their splendor reigning long
	 Before the dawning of the age

	 Within the archives of the race
	 Are memories of eons stored
	 The lineage of ancient kings
	 Of high and noble lords

	 LORD VALINAR the wanderor
	 The legend of his life is clear
	 High master of the singing blade
	 Of shield and of spear

	 Beyond the shadowfall he walked
	 To boldly hunt the nameless dread
	 And trailed deep within it's lair
	 Where ever he was led

	 Untouched he was by mortal fear
	 So quickly in the search he pressed
	 Denied all light and comfort
	 Or the healing hand of rest

	 Still deeper in the shadows veil
	 The sword of VALINAR did sing
	 To warn our hero of his foe
	 The dreaded nameless thing

	 And there within that vault of gloom
	 His elvin eyes could scarse believe
	 That reeking horror from the pit
	 Set perched upon its weave

	 Unholy creature of the slime
	 Devourer of helpless prey
	 Gorged on the feast of heros blood
	 Who'd fell and lost their way

	 Now VALINAR the wanderor
	 The mighiest of elves, it's said
	 Stood boldly there with sword in hand
	 Not caught upon it's web

	 His power greatest of the brave
	 A warrior blessed under god
	 His magic blade before him
	 As a luminescent rod

	 The grand enchantment of that sword
	 Did raise a holy elvin choir
	 And drove the beast before it
	 With a billowing of fire

	 The eyes of VALINAR ablaze
	 So fearsome in the duel he fought
	 And slew the monster in its den
	 Sweet victory his lot

	 Up from that wretched hole below
	 Arose the weary elvin lord
	 To greet the coming of the dawn
	 And give a prayerful word

	 Before the rising sun he knelt
	 And raised his thankful voice above
	 To praise the holy god of light
	 And bask within his love

	 LORD VALINAR the wanderor
	 The legend of his life is clear
	 He slew the evil of the world
	 And banished all the fear

				 B.E.