NathalieRoann

Here's an elven lullaby from the story I'm just writing - it's about a prince and his wife. The prince dies in a battle, but in the same time his wife gives birth to their son. The lullaby is sung by her to the child a several years later. So, here is it: After summer fall shall come, as the moon is dying once again, golden leaves are dancing in the wind and the sky shall fade to gray. But once before you drift away from where you're calling home, call the light to cover the dawn and remember the golden sky. For when you spread your wings to fly beyond the hills, fall shall fade to fallen days, only ashes shall remain. So, that's