The Passing of Lameraeron

Sun rose in the morning Glittering on snow covered Driving the freezing dark of night To another place, another time Sun set in glorious red, and shining saffron Moon rises spreading midnight blue and ghostly pearl In winter, in the glory of Lameraeron. Dawn breaks over Lameraeron Bringing warmth back to cold streets Sending steam skywards from dew-covered stone Sun warms new buds on creeper, vine and tree Turning winter's cold gray beauty to fresh emerald Fair towers and pinnacles bordered with the green hope Of spring, in the fair days of Lameraeron Bright sun beats down on markets Traders and their stalls in Lameraeron's streets Sending many an exotic aroma wafting on high Through window in fair citadel, the great towers of watch Hot day passes to cool night breeze Stirring softly leaf of tree Calm summer eve, in the bliss of Lameraeron. Rain beats on stone and glass Washing them clean on summer's dust Rain passes to gentle breeze carrying upon it's breast Fallen leaves of gold, or of fair oaken brown Borne by breeze to another place, another dream The dream of peaceful autumn In autumn, in the twilight of Lameraeron Winter returns to Lameraeron in glittering snow and frost Thick pires of fog veiling the approach Of the passing of Lameraeron Evil from the far north, awakened long ago Came and laid waste the fair glory of Lameraeron Great city which had for centuries stood, laid waste in but a week Forevermore the horror of the ruin of Lameraeron.