Prologue From Of Roving Elves And Meddling Man - Poem by Alex Fischer
What is time if it does not respond?
Those damned things that all go wrong.
Albeit it be that life goes on too long,
I know my time is soon to come.
I cannot move on, no not at all.
Even that thing that made me feel tall
Has left me feeling so short and small.
And thus I tell this sad story to all;
In the Land of Martica, oblivious to all,
Roams a beautiful elf, the Queen, the Lady of them all;
Graceful as a cat and as beautiful as a dove,
Through the forests of her people didst she she roam above.
Striding wonderfully thinking of fate,
And of the day she betroths a man,
One who is linked to the golden gate.
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