THE TALE OF THE DROW

Long ago, before Light Elves sang,
Before the hammers of dwarves delved and rang,
Ages before the human man had walked,
Centuries before the gnomes had balked.

Long ago, south of the Spine of the World
The Age of Elves had just unfurled.
Where the voices were sweet and the air was pure
Where there was laughter, no melancholy to endure.

All were fair, but few unwise
Few were dark of heart, but cleverly guised.
Some rang sweet, some bitter within the core!
Thus, their differences summoned their war.

Many were lost, many were slain
Blood was spilt as thick as melancholy rain!
The pure air was thick with loathing and hate
Each side lingered in their differences, lying in patient wait.

Ears rang with cries swords brandished high
But the children of dark seemed doomed to die!
There came no love, from the hearts since that day
When the dark hearted ones, scampered away.

Banished into the bereaved underground
Where no source of light was left to be found.
There they wandered, onwards! they came
Slaughtering others, and taking their claims.

Their fair skin darkened into the thickest of black
Their hearts impure, where white remorse lacked.
Their eyes changed red, their dark hair pale
There they dwelled, where there was no gale.

There they forged; there they allied with evil men
There they performed many wicked sins.
Underdark creature, fled with terrified eyes
As the merciless dark elves damned them with demise.

There they bred, there they grew
There they worshipped Lolth, Spider Queen of Doom!
There Females conquered, there Masculine failed
There they had the weak ones slaughtered or jailed.

Their reputation grew, and they became feared
Each one of them merciless, never shedding their tears.
Quickly above, on the Surface World the rumor was sowed
Lo and behold, the beginning of the Drow.

Now: before you all destroy my brains and so forth, I would like you all to realize that I was about twelve years old when I wrote the majority of this introductory poem. So, please: bear with me. Slight modifications have been made with it, so, whee! Once I revise the second chapter, and rewrite it and stuff, that'll be up here soon enough, as well. And stuff.

Hope you liked it! Otherwise: polite critique, please. Polite.

—Anatha