Forest Ahmlath
A Lament and Prophesy
By Vestra Tearflute, FD, yr 263
Trees low moaning; windy sigh,
Call of Hler-bird ringing high.
Whispering rain-fall; rustling leaves
Beneath the swaying golden eaves
Of Forest Ahmlath – Land of Dreams.
Water murmuring, trickling down
Through the grass where once was grown,
Bright silver flowers of Nihrieth
To lift the air with their sweet breath
In Forest Ahmlath – Land of Dreams.
Gentle tears there fell of yore
For loss of joy that once before
had lifted sweeter, gladder song
Of laughter light – but now 'tis gone
From Forest Ahmlath – Land of Dreams.
Plant and creature, earth and stream
Mourn and wait the promised dream
Of when the Penchi grow again
Sweet Nihrieth in Wrila's rain
For Forest Ahmlath – Land of Dreams.
In trembling breath the wind doth sigh
While slow and weary years go by
Hope to restore and misery break
Will yet a brighter mercy take
To Forest Ahmlath – Land of Dreams.
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Ooooooooooooooh, I adore the imagery here!!! It's amazing, and this fantasy world seems to call to me!
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