Poetry Contest Entry

Elven Poem

~By Dave Kalman

On a windy rainy yesterday
When storms were strong and firm
I heard an echo calling me
Some danger meant it harm
The voice was faint and wispery
The message weak but clear
The storm had all but vanquished it
But still my ears could hear
“Come ye gentle elven folk, come and still my fear”
“Come and save the wooden folk an axe is swinging near”
My elven ears scanned the land
I looked each way in turn
I caught him stalking far away
An Orc was wreaking harm
Be still my arrow, swift my strike
Let fall the Orc of night
My quickened breath stilled slowly then
I let my arrow fly
Naught he knew and less he felt
My arrow struck his side
The earth he fell and not to late
His axe was still in hand
And low it stood with new found fate
The oldest in the land
So heed the message learn my tale
Words from ancients streak
These great trees that stand for years
Can even truly speak

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