***My high school friend from like forever ago dared me to title it 'beverage' for some reason so I did.
They went first to the tea of course,
And offered to Neseviryoth great cauldrons,
She drank plenty, and with no remorse,
The teas of Noct Culdamry were her favorite.
Elberyum prefered the ones of rosemallow,
Referred to as hibiscus by some,
Red in colour,
Tart, this flower,
Yet with a touch of honey,
The perfect flavouring.
Once they had finished their savouring,
To ravis' ruins is they headed,
Runes illuminated by falling sunlight,
Reminiscent of the high heavens.
Symbols that glowed on the columns,
Wove spells of unending brevity,
Oh how desirable to contradict.
The ever daunting way of time's spending.
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The Ballad of Elberyum
PoetryA ballad about Elberyum and his dragon, Neseviryoth, telling of their many adventures through magical lands, and their quests to find various items. Guided by the prophecies of the Book of Sacred Texts, and the wisdom of the Rooks of Merdron's hold...
