The Last March of the Elves

I’ll tell you a story you won’t forget Of deeds of valor and fame Of battles won and forces met While distant seekers watch with fear And armies flee in shame What news travels home on the wings of birds Of loved ones gone out to war And of enemy horses spurred Great battles foretold by the oldest seer They march from tales of yore Far off by the scouts was sighted and seen Armies led by elven kings With golden helms and lances keen With faces sad and wreathed in tears Of them this tale will sing Great honor was won on that fateful day And heroes rose and fell But cold and still the elves did lay The elven armies did disappear Now no longer ring the bells A tale of sorrow for a saddened world In which we live today A legend of blood and tears swirled A song that to our hearts is near As elven riders speed away