Poetry From Asulon 2

[Robert082885 1]

The Creation of the Races

In the time before time, before their was light.

The void existed, a place where in darkness seemed to forever hold tight.

And with one thought and the slightest shred of want, it was done.

The world was born, the mountains, the seas, the moon and the sun.

This world called Aegis, untouched by man.

That is until God created one to walk upon the lands.

And this man was made from the very water ye drink.

And from the very same clay which the artists of Asulon use to make thou think.

He lay hollow and nonliving. But God gave him life and a promise to always be forgiving.

But, the man was alone. No partner for he.

So God made another, but this one was a "she".

And these two could not talk, they were simple in mind.

But they mated and soon with very short time...

They bore they're first son, a man they called Malin.

The first of the elves, who nature was calling.

He was wise, we was proud and in fact the opposite of short.

The next child to be born was ugly but strong, the father of the Orcs.

His name was Krug, and the scorching deserts he roamed.

Arms like tree trunks, and a chest chiseled from stone.

The next man born was the father of man, of humans, of short lives, but with the ambition to understand.

The last of these brothers was shorter than the rest.

With hair on his face, his neck and his chest.

This man became the master of all of the Dwarves.

To craft the greatest weapons, causing many to seek out their stores.

And that is how every race came to be.

Because of God and his greatness we have all been set free.

We will be tested as we move from this life to the next.

And we must remain free of temptation if we wish to pass this test.

[Knox213 10]

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