Elven Blood

As war drums crash in distant woods,
a rumble shakes the earth
as screams and guttered vocals
pass across the quiet heath

Trees are felled with mighty crashes
the never stood a chance
The death of the elven protectors
has put them in a trance

The forest is good for many things
like like hunting, picking and fun
but when the armies of the east came
arrows blotted out the sun

The smoke is rising, its the end
the fires murderous intent is sought
and the with vile armies of the east
all honor is forgot

Darkness falls on our dear village
but the children cannot sleep
because the blood of forest guards
of the hill begins to seep

And in the morning we all know
that we will be washed away in a flood
of humans, with spears and swords and horses
and an ocean of elven blood.