Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Songs of Albinor No. 7
"Song of Cannolbra"

By Marcus Pan

In the midst of Albinor.
Far from water's shore.

Larethian chose a spot for elves.
Where they may live and quietly dwell.

With magic and immortal pow'r.
He grew the trees that o'er land tow'r.

Cannolbra he named it so.
Undying magic will let it grow.

The trees were green and all was fair.
Fresh spring scents were in the air.

The fairest elves he put in this place.
Highest of all the elven race.

They built their homes within the trees.
Hidden by the sylvan leaves.

Food grew fresh from fertile soil.
Without need of work nor toil.

Peace and springtime reigned for years.
Elf nor beast shed any tears.

By elven hands great cities made.
Standing tall in forest glade.

But hiding silent in shadows.
Evil lurked brought on by drows.

Spring hath faded, night has come.
Evil grows, darkness spun.

Battles great through forest rage.
Striking all like loathsome plague.

Dark ones retreat beneath the ground.
Hide nor hair of them is found.

High ones rejoice for war is won.
But for how long till drows see sun?

The above item may have been edited by the author since its first appearance in Legends No. 20.