Song and music was his art,
Forever were they in his heart.
Determined and passionate,
always did they claim he was adequate.
To Ulmo did he swear,
An oath that was so fair.
Of music he would sing,
for merry it was that he would bring.
His father lost to an icy path,
which resulted in a bloodbath.
Regret and sorrow did he carry,
for now all merry was away.
For our lord did we kill,
as our kinsmen's blood was spilled.
Not knowing the purpose of the attack,
did we hack them down.
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Laer en Lingollon
Submitted by Lirvaethor on March 21st, 2018
