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Once there was a land of joy, of which we no longer know,
Where elves and other fair creatures dwelled,
But then, there was an almighty foe.
All was merry and joyful indeed,
And they were all happy of course.
They surely had no lacking need,
Until, then came upon them, remorse.
The lightning struck fiercly upon their once beautiful heads,
And darkness and shadow surrounded.
These days they had no home or beds,
All else by sounds of weeping was drownded.
Forever cold, no light to be found,
Never had this been expected.
There was no hope no dignity no comfort no help,
For those who were once respected.
Time no longer was a factor,
Yet a faint light kindled afar.
Like a spark of hope, for the remaining few,
Like the light of a golden star.
Then the great one the brave the strong,
The one whos faith was not small,
Stepped forth, reached it and grasped it true,
The fire that frightened us all.
Cold drew away and warmth found our hearts,
And brought a new kind of hope.
We were reborn anew from the dark,
We were reborn from the smoke.
The great one then decreeded,
That there would be an alliance.
Between elves and men,
A friendship then,
And there would be no more defiance.
So great celebration was brought into order,
And fun was had once more,
The great one was made king and ruler,
And we were as grand as before.
-Adam Hanif
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