[crich70]

I wrote this one quite a while back.

THE HORN

In fairy lands of long ago,
a horn did blow, both long and low.

The horn of battle it was called,
to rouse the soldiers of the elvish king.

It through hill and dell did ring,
over mountain tall and valley deep.

As over the land foul evil creeped.
It called to arms the forces of good.

From water, fire, earth and wood,
came they all to the battle ground.

Came to whield the sword and pound the ground,
with their war horses fair.

For days and nights they did fight,
applying all their god like might.

Staining the ground with their fairest blood,
to stem the tide of evil's flood.

Til finally the invader was driven back,
to the nothingingness from whence it came.

They have now gone, but will return,
if the land again shall burn.