A Ballad of Drizzt Do'Urden
Sing the song of the
noble elf
The two-handed dancer.
Hearts are torn, of
half-blooded born,
Can he find the answer?
Dark elven drow, Drizzt
Do'Urden,
A grand-master ranger.
And always by his side,
Catti-brie,
Their love was endanger.
Drizzt pondered, now
and hereafter,
What child could come to life,
From tender
union, he and she,
Prejudice brought them strife.
Sing the song of the
noble elf
The two-handed dancer.
Hearts are torn, of
half-blooded born,
Can he find the answer?
One eve he came to
Catti-brie's bed,
He feared what he would say.
"Solid
battles I cannot lose,
This fight I run away."
Broken, Catti knew not
what to say,
This life was theirs to share,
"Father you are,
and will not fail,
Joys is this, not despair."
Sing the song of the
noble elf
The two-handed dancer.
Hearts are torn, of
half-blooded born,
Can he find the answer?
The winds blew, right
off Icewind Dale,
Lost in thought; light has come,
Spirit came
of ancestor past,
"Son, don't let evil succumb!"
Dawn has broke and
Drizzt was reborn,
Helping him to recall.
A father was in
Zaknafein,
Answer the question in all.
Sing the song of the
noble elf
The two-handed dancer.
Hearts are torn, of
half-blooded born,
Can he find the answer?