Faelion Arather 82 Share Posted August 10, 2023 Chronicles of the Silver Flower: The Ballad of Morgana Anarion By: Faelion Arather In the realm of Lurin, where legends take flight, A tale of valor, in shadows and light, Morgana Anarion's saga we share, A High-Elf's heart, beyond compare. With moonlight's grace, a silver stream, She led her people, a luminous dream, Brave, kind, and a vision to behold, A beacon of hope, forever untold. In Lurin's expanse, where perils entwine, Morgana's helm adorned, a symbol divine, Captain of the Silver Centurion's might, A guardian staunch, in day and night. She stood once unarmored, axe gleaming bright, Against the tempest's relentless might, A valiant soul amid the storm's dance, A testament to her warrior's stance. Her leadership, a radiant guide, Through night's abyss and daylight's tide, Roles myriad, like a tapestry spun, Duties woven together, never undone. Yet more than a captain, her tale takes flight, A mage of prowess, mastering the night, From fire's fury to water's embrace, Morgana's magic, a soothing grace. With whispered incantations, low and near, She wielded arcane forces, devoid of fear, Binding realms, weaving destiny's thread, A sorceress wise, as sunsets bled. Amid gardens where silver petals bloom, Darkness fled, replaced by hope's perfume, A leader whose heart beats true and strong, In her, Lurin found courage to belong. So let the bards, in verses spun, Tell of Morgana, beneath the sun, High-Elf of courage, beauty's embrace, Her legacy, an everlasting grace. The Silver Flower, a name rightfully earned, Through challenges met, and lessons learned, Morgana Anarion, in memory's store, In Lurin's heart, an eternal lore. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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