365 Poems in 365 days: Elf Poems 9
9. Yr 46, 4th Age.
I do not know
If my stand is futile.
Our queen is dead.
Our armies scattered.
I know this:
On one side of this bridge
Are some of my people
And innocent mortals
On the other are the enemy.
So I will hold here
As long as I can.
Three days and nights so far
In the wind and rain.
Another attack comes
When they pull the mound of bodies away.
So the apocalypse comes and our protagonist takes a moment to compose this while defending a bridge. Spoilers: There's another poem. So what happens after the world ends and you make your folorn stand? Poem 92.
I do not know
If my stand is futile.
Our queen is dead.
Our armies scattered.
I know this:
On one side of this bridge
Are some of my people
And innocent mortals
On the other are the enemy.
So I will hold here
As long as I can.
Three days and nights so far
In the wind and rain.
Another attack comes
When they pull the mound of bodies away.
So the apocalypse comes and our protagonist takes a moment to compose this while defending a bridge. Spoilers: There's another poem. So what happens after the world ends and you make your folorn stand? Poem 92.
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