The last one standing,
the pride of his tribe,
born to lead his people
out of the night.
His name became a legend
Miwion, the prince of humility,
the true elven pride,
fighting to set his people free.
He was the son of earth,
made of soil and rain,
given a heart of fire
fueled by tears of pain.
Against the shadows of decay
he fought a lonely war.
Through the strength of the elements
he defeated them all.
He drowned them in water,
he burned them in fire,
blew them away by a storm
and buried them in his soil.
His star shall shine forever
for he was their light.
Miwion, the prince of humility,
the true elven pride.
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My elvish soul
PoetryHier findet ihr Illustrationen und Gedichte zum Thema Elfen, Fantasy und Mystik, aber auch Lyrik, die sich allgemein mit den Abgründen der Seele und unseren Ängsten und Hoffnungen beschäftigt. Alle Bilder und Texte entstammen meinen Stiften und mein...
