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