The Ballad of Myth Drannor

Golden leaves gently nestled
in a swaying breeze
On cobbled streets of old
from the golden trees

The balls were legendary
the dances sweet.
And many an apothecary
sold nectar to eat!

Myth Drannor
city of elven beauty!
Myth Drannor
beloved city of tragedy!

Their wizards were masters
elven sigils to protect
Grew powerfully disastrous
in their ambitious neglect!

Risen from hunger
the demons did come
To tear asunder
the ancient elven home.

Myth Drannor
city of elven beauty!
Myth Drannor
beloved city of tragedy!

The battle was fierce
And the defenders stoic-
Yet the baaetzu curse
slew even the most heroic.

The gates thrown open
The demons to rend
That beautiful city stolen-
gone to foul end!

Myth Drannor
city of elven beauty!
Myth Drannor
beloved city of tragedy!