A Poet's Prose

[nppeck 601]

A stately elf wearing a mask and large flowing robes walks up to the base of Normandor. He begins talking.

Do you know, my good friend, of Laurelin?

Home of each and every elf in Aegis

To be ignorant would be a pity

Malin’s home throughout the many ages

T’was a happy home, one of joy and love

A place of great Princes their wisdom sought

A city nestled in the trees above

A tear to many an eye it brought

My friend my friend, Laurelin was splendor

Laurelin, Malin’s child and Aegis’ defender

(If you could, please give me some feedback on this poem so I may try and improve later on.

[~≈Panda≈~ 290]

It does not seem to have the divinity or interest that matches that of the beginning of you wearing a mask and flowing robes. Panda is sorry but, she really found the poem hard to find... Interesting. Maybe it is just her!!

[Eleatic 1033]

It's just Panda.

I love it.

[emberhard 82]

Emberhard stops chatting with a random stranger, the word 'Laurelin' having caught his ears.

He gives a warm smile and a slight bow out of respect.

"Spoken like a true child of the old city."