Perhaps some trolls, deep underground, in secret caves of white

carved out a winter wonderland so far away from light;

or maybe dragon's breath was melting tunnels through the earth?

in days of long ago, when people knew of magic's worth.

Did hordes of Orcs dig deep inside the mountains with their blades?

from there to raid by dark as blackened shadows through the glades;

to grab some tiny baby elves, and slyly steal away,

back to their frightful mazes where they live until today.

Or was it Elfin rivers, turned aside by wizard's wand?

to run into the mountains and appear again beyond;

so forest nymphs and pixies had a place to sing their tune

and dance along the river bed, in light of golden moon.

And then did gnomes apply their skills to sculpt an ancient scene?

where unicorns ran free in pastures permanent and green;

where sylphic imps could play their flutes as stardust fell around,

and runes were carved in stone to keep the dark things underground.

A fey, angelic landscape carved to last millennia's years,

perhaps, now, elves are watching from afar, and see through tears?

as modern rivers running through have changed their story told,

and now we see but limestone - for our hearts are beating cold.

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