The Hills

[Remyy 952]

 

In the hills of the deep of Haense,

Lived a family of three,

There was only one thing they could agree,

 

The people in the village beneath were never truly free

 

Lo’ the family was Elven! wise beyond their years

They watched as the people began to disappear, 

 

Life goes on, Life goes still, And eventually one went up the hill.

A strong lad, made her weak in the knees, his charm and wit making him quite the tease

The lass fell quickly and hard, leaving only a shard.

 

As they grew older their hands were tied,

He made her his bride.

 

Life goes on, Life goes still, And eventually she went up the hill.

“Mother Mother Why? Am I never satisfied?

He lays alone in bed, nearly half-dead.”

 

“Daughter of mine, it is his time. Leave your prayers behind,”

“The life of a bard is short, but it won’t be bort.”

 

Life goes on, Life goes still, And eventually they descend the hill.

[MeteorDragon 2820]

A young, aspiring bard, would clap her hands and go off to make a tune