Elexorien

...a vast ever-growing world of wondrous beauty,
Quietly humming with magic and majesty,
Stretches out as far as I can see,
And even beyond the distant horizon
The splendour of this realm does neither know nor fear any boundaries.
And yet the setting sun calls for twilight,
And brooding shadows grow ever taller.
A distant thunder rolls over the land,
As a first and final warning of the rising storm:
There will be no dawn!
By the faint light of the night,
Brightened by the shining of a waning moon
Remote bolts of lightning fill the sky
The hour draws nigh, it will come soon
The distant thunder, the rising of the storm
Shrouds of mist and clouds of black
Obscure the howling wind's vortex
The winds are crying out your name
Heavens shall weep for you tonight
Sirens singing songs of sorrow
Ancient enchanting melodies,
Soothing songs of old,