Poetry Contest Entry
Artist - Unknown
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Lanalorien
~By Obi-To' Kenobi
Lanalorien calls me back to the trees,
the forest, which I love so well.
And all the while, her song lifts me up.And so I return unto my beloved forest,
but find it burnt to the ground.
The smell of orc hangs heavily in the air.A scream of rage, loss, and sadness all combined escapes my lips,
and I feel a fiery pain stab into my heart.
Gasping for air, at first I do not understand what has befallen me,
looking down I see an orcish arrow sticking out of my chest.My dying breath speaks of the forest, which once grew gold and green,
and as I drift into endless slumber,
I surrender my spirit to Lanalorien.
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