[PR] The Covian army

[Leanne Martin]

*flyers has been nailed on different walls for raising the army's moral again, after many hard loses a few days ago*

*following poem is written on it*


We who are old yet fair of face,
Hundreds of years this world did grace,
Beneath the earth, away from harm,
Our glorious home it lied hidden.

With sword in hand and our shields by our sides,
We march in hoards we will never subside.
Our pride form has passed with time,
But still we love music and still we love wine.

We are of the forest, we are of the earth,
Our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth.
We know all the answers to questions unasked,
We live in the light with no fear of the dark.

It must be said we have dark evil breeds,
Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds,
The orcs, the robbers, the wailing necromances,
Are hideous creatures as dark as can be.

Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field,
Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield,
It coarses magic from branch to root,
And woe to he who eats its fruit.

Of itself the tree did grow,
From faerie magic cast long ago,
Therefore we bid you to let it stand,
Ill fortune to those who ignore our command.

We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared

In the dead of night see us dance on the hills,
On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels.
The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light,
Our faerie music is heard through the night.

We who are old yet fair of face,
Hudreds of years this world did grace,
Even evil man and his cynical ways,
Won't bringing us to the end of our days.