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07/03/2002

Betrayed

In a forest dark with misery sits a chair empty, neglected, alone.
Once the chair for a queen of elves in a forest fair, a home.
Now left to rot with the dank and sorrowful wood.
for betrayal has visited here,has laid waist all that was good.
Yes, betrayal most foul has befallen this once gleaming land.
for within the trees one who was trusted showed his hand.
No longer a home to elves who lived to dance and love, to war and fight.
This most foul betrayer to all was the inocent queen's Firstknight.
Her heart, her trust, her land, she gladly shared with this man.
But, man he proved to be, not elf. Man, he was faithful to, not elf nor Forest.
Cruely took the magic and left the elves and their home forsaken.he took a love and grace quite pure and turned it to dust.
Showed his man friends the secret ways so they may be taken.
Took the magic and left the elves and their home forsaken.
Beware!! young elves who might dare tread here,
Where once was home, you'll find naught but dread here.
Seek not to rekindle the spirit fires, to dance among the branches.
What is left for you, the few who in Mansland have taken their chances?
More man are you now than Elven,This is the legacy a first knight has left ye.
Cry loud in nightmares unending, This is a tale to tell unbending
to your young who our ways will not know.
See our blood run with tears upon her noble breast as pure as snow.
Let not this woeful tale be forgotton.
Long after our bones are dust, these woods rotten.