Silver Book, Golden Pen

Okay this is kinda weird but I've been reading books about and ancient civilization, Edil-Amarandh and they have so many poems and songs that it inspired me to write some poem that is really long.

Through the glades of Eran-Nal

Past the Crags of Ren

You carry with you a Silver Book wrought with a Golden Pen.

Lived a life of Living Death

In the House Prison of Janaluke

Working endless days. 

With no Past and with no Future

You lived a life of woe

But then came the silent Beauty.

With hair of golden light and eyes of molten lava

Skin as smooth as silk and lovely as the dawn

She heard your plea for help and took you from the House Prison of Janaluke.

She named herself Lenala

Enchantress of the Marshes

And gave you the Silver Book wrought with a Golden pen.

"You must take this to the Forest of the Wise."

Said Lenala.

"It holds your past and holds your future."

She took you on a journey 

With perils around every corner

To go to the Forest of the Wise.

Through the Glades of Eran-Nal

Past the Crags of Ren

Stood the Forest of the Wise.

With Dragons and Ogres and Dark Sprites

Snapping at your heels 

You and the Enchantress Lenala fought to the Forest of the Wise.

When at last you emerged Past the Crags of Ren

Holding the Silver Book wrought with a Golden Pen

You stood before the Forest of the Wise.

The Enchantress had been dealt a fatal wound

Lay down before the trees

And there died Lenala, Enchantress of the Marshes.

You greived for three days 

Then walked into the trees

And there learned the Secret of the Silver Book wrought with a Golden Pen.

 

Author's Note

I made this all up but comment plz =). I might write a book about this.