Venturing into Keltaun,
Elberyum was struck by awe.
Never had he seen anything more beautiful,
Than that night of firelight tea,
Lanterns were strung,
From building to building,
Intricate patterns drawn,
On their multi colored gildings,
There was music on the breeze,
Songs of merriment and gaiety,
Ever present was the aroma of the mallow teas,
Sweet and flowering,
Or spiced, yet not overpowering.
People parted as Neseviryoth came,
Whispering, Dragonheart, by name,
When they watched Elberyum follow.
Then, 'welcome,' they'd say,
Tea tasting to your left,
The games of fire on your right,
Ruins of Ravis up ahead,
Not something you could miss,
this wonderful night.
'Only while dusk lasts,' someone cried out,
'Will you see the glowing of the oak tree.'
'Celebrate with us,' some beckoned,
'Noct Culdamry.'
'It would be our pleasure,' came Elberyum's responses,
And he followed the others,
down streets lit by sconces.
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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...
