Zoragadon

Cursed by envious spell cast long ago - driven to dwell in the darkness below. Daughters they raise for they bear no sons, in crystalline caverns where magic still runs. If a man above were wise, strong, and fair, he might hear an offer from one with black hair - to follow her down to the caverns and leave the surface for good - and would you believe? Many accept the purple-cladden maids who are fair beyond compare, quick with minds and blades, awaiting a time when their magic finds a way to walk once again in the light of the day. 22 October 2022 P.S. This poem, Quest for a Quest, Xanadu, and Vivacity were written in part to ensure there was a poem starting with each letter of the alphabet in my inventory :)