Elfwar ( A collaboration between Sidewinder & Poetic Fanatic )

Back in the years once a long time ago, There lives a tribe of elves in a meadow, Happy little fellows living on the land, Then something happened, hard to understand. As a group living intimately with their land, In harmony with all the world & it's wonder, They savored every flower, tree & animal. Yet with their powers, they too fell under. All of the elements, they deeply respected, the rocks, the earth, the wind & the wood, They bore their children feeding them nectar with morning dew & moondrops for their food. They crafted their pieces of gold & silver, encasing gems in the Earth showing great beauty, They made charms invoking many of the spirits, Whimsical, for living in laughter was a duty. They were so peaceful & with nature, one. Opening mysteries of magic, the truest sense, Knowing thoughts & emotions, the world around, Caused them conflicts, thus they suffered penitence. Contention stirred over who had the most power, Since each had gifts for lighting the world, Thus, strong emotions aroused & they grew dark, as brother to brother, wrath was unfurled. It was inevitable a war was beginning to start, As the wise seers planned themselves to prepare, For strife was building so much in their hearts & great animosity aroused, abundantly in the air. Many turned to sanctuaries, their home & hill, seeking to comprehend what was to transcend, Whispers spread... Posing the dark powers still, Follow the spider queen's tendents, her every command. They discreetly began to gather up their people, Forging the strongest items to prove their might, Armor, to protect the heroes they'll send to battle, Helmets to inspire faith trust in the raiment light. They made long, sharp swords to penetrate their foes, Other weapons of their force, were under construction, Subtle arrows of defense, They spared no expense, They even tapped into awesome spells of destruction to fight the coming of the drow. The elfwar began & brother against brother, daughter against Mother. Mages from all sides leashed their powers, Spark lit each clash of sword against plate, Pointing the way for arrows to seek & wound, Hoping to kill. The elves overcame the drow winning the war. But the price was too high! What have they done? Sorrow fell into their hearts & changed their lives forever. They buried their dead & went on with their lives. Still... they remember. And so the tale is told. Feb 18, 2002 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Tommy Crumpler with 821  Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 09:57 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn    other