I never saw his sacrifice
Or stood to witness as he fell
But still my words would give him life
Once more his story I shall tell
The exiled King stood at the door
As fear streamed up to hide the Sun
Wolf-lord came forth with shining sword
Their blades would clash ere day was done
Beneath the black the elf-lord stood
Alone yet unafraid of dark
His eyes blazed forth as fire from wood
And in his hand he held a harp
The demon wolf king laughed aloud
To see the frail lord standing tall
He smiled and spoke without a sound
Began to tell of kingdom's fall
His voice grew to an awful song
Of blood and death and love betrayed
The elf-lord felt resolve grow strong
He took his harp and met his fate
He answered woe with words of light
And fought the dark to see the day
His song wound through his dreadful fight
The wolf-king's thralls wept in dismay
The dark one did not fear defeat
Instead he raised his voice once more
The king aimed now for greater feats
Bent all his will to break the door
But now his doom was drawing near
His lonely voice faltered and cracked
The dark lord sang for him to hear
Of long-dead kin by oceans black
At this cruel verse the King was lost
For ice and blood did stain his past
Despite his strength, he fell to frost
Crumbling before the gates at last
Through many years he dwelt in chains
In dark and fire he learned to live
And finally escaped the pain
Life to another did he give
So came the tale to my own hands
By valor of a mortal's blood
The King of ancient city stands
With sundered brethren high above
Despite his quest's ending in death
His story did not die in time
In heart, at least, to my last breath
I'll honor he who fought with rhyme.