A Song of Loss (Myth Drannor)

by: Kelloren Bluestar date: 1370s source: Anauroch, the Empire of Shade Tall grew the trees in the hidden glade, Below the tower that was not a tower. Kept safe for eons from spell and blade, By guardians who wielded Mystra's power. The words that sighed through their golden leaves Had been heard in part but never whole. But the tall trees fell to the hands of thieves And Magic’s death is now their goal. A precious circle of wizard’s skill Is the key to their sundered ground. Their home lies silent now and still Till the door in Nature’s hall is found. The living must find that which is lost Before the world is riven, Or mortals and gods will pay the cost And lose forever the blessings given.