I love this world,
With its towering trees,
Majestic mountains,
And restless seas,
With the wind on my face,
And the smell of the air,
The pattering rain,
And the sun's keen glare.
But how can I stay,
When I'm lonely within?
They hate me, every one,
Because of my kin.
My black skin and white hair
Mark me far apart.
Why can't they judge me
By what's in my heart?
The lavender eyes
Of the dreaded dark-elf
Peer out of the night,
But they're not like myself.
I came from the darkness
Of Menzoberranzan,
Looking for the right, the truth.
Without thinking, I ran.
I can't go back there,
Now I've seen the stars,
But I can't stay here;
My skin is a scar.
Why do they judge me
By what my race has done?
I won't hurt their families,
Their daughters, their sons,
But they can't accept that,
They hate the drow,
They scream at the sight
Of my accursed brow.
These lavender eyes
That see in the dark
Are naught but a plague,
A murderer's mark.
Hair as white
As the clouds in the skies,
Ebony skin,
Lavender eyes.