lyra wrote this poem the night her friends killed a drow she wanted to save. She was feeling lost and betrayed in this moment, but was able to find light again.
In the realm of dreams, where shadows roam,
Lyra and her comrades sought solace alone.
Slumbering peacefully 'neath the moon's gentle light,
Unaware of the danger that crept in the night.
From the depths emerged the wicked drow,
With malice in their hearts, an ominous vow.
Swiftly they struck, a surprise assault,
While sleeping forms fought to break free from the fault.
Tempest, the windswept, summoned gusts untamed,
A tempestuous force, the drow's grip was maimed.
Off the cliff's edge, they were forcefully blown,
Defying the darkness, their bravery shone.
But a lone drow clung to a rope ladder's hold,
Ascending with stealth, a story untold.
An arrow, true and swift, pierced the midnight air,
Silencing the invader with deadly flair.
Lyra, wise and compassionate, took a stand,
Seeking to understand the drow's foreign land.
In shared tongue, she sought knowledge and truth,
Discovering a twisted view, bitter and uncouth.
To the drow, her elven kin were monsters to slay,
A twisted belief held in shadows' sway.
But this drow, in misery, trembled and feared,
A life of anguish, tormented and seared.
Lyra's plea resounded, a plea for mercy's grace,
Begging her friends to spare this trembling face.
Yet, they held her back, deaf to her cries,
In the chaos, a life extinguished, a soul that dies.
In sadness and betrayal, Lyra stood alone,
Her trust shattered, her heart turned to stone.
But a flicker of hope ignited her core,
To bridge the divide, she yearned for more.
A vow she made, to learn the drow's lore,
To bring understanding, peace to the fore.
Through knowledge and empathy, she'd pave the way,
Uniting their peoples, come what may.
In this tale of strife and camaraderie's test,
Lyra's spirit endured, fueled by a quest.
A poem weaved, her emotions entwined,
A call for harmony, an echo of her kind