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|This is a poem about a grey city on the high mountains in a fantasy world. Here dwelt the immortal king Rothdar and the ever enchanting Queen Ilemarin. It is supposed to be a poem recited by one of the bards there.||
Far and high from land below,
Stands a grey city since centuries ago,
Long and old as the ancient wonders,
Guarded by many sleepless towers,
Mighty so tall and straight,
With stone walls so strong and great,
Behold! The city of Sarendhar.
Mighty and ageless is Rothdar the king,
For he bears the immortal ring,
Bold and restless is his army,
For they live only to protect the city,
Proud and faithful are the people there,
For they are under a great care.
The gardens are lush and fair,
With flowers grown everywhere,
Where maidens dance and sing,
So beautiful and so enchanting,
With long hairs dark or white,
In the gardens they roam day and night.
Nigh to the white rocks big and tall,
With cool ponds of crystal blue,
Stands a keep of a vast hall,
With not one throne but two,
For a fair queen sits on the other,
Whose wisdom and heart are greater,
And to the king she is older.
Ilemarin is her name,
In the city she bears great fame,
For she offers her people compassion,
And cleanses much corruption,
She is of no woman like any other,
For within her lies great power,
Which endures her life and long beauty,
With eyes as blue as the heavenís sea.
Sons and daughters,
Praise and protect the city,
With all the might and powers,
As Warriors and citizens,
Men and maidens,
For it is here that we dwell in Sarendhar,
Rule by Queen Ilemarin and King Rothdar.
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