The Ballad of High King Emeric

Vorcil

Emeric was an elven-half king,
of him the diplomats gladly sing;
The last whose realm was fair and free,
between the mountains and the sea.

His stroke was long, his wit was keen,
his flaming blade afar was seen;
The countless stars of Aethrical field,
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
to battle a black drake they say,
and into darkness fell his star,
in marriage where the shadows are.

frozin

Emeric was the man!

Rev Rielle

Very nice. Your rhyme reminds me of a time and a place, far across the sea where many shadows lie.

Vorcil