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 :)
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