MRFELLATIO

The Star-Sheen was an elven Kings Of him the bards do sadly sing Always he walked with head unbowed Crowned beauty on his brow Wisdom great within his glance And mercy in his great hearts stance Brought tempered justice to his rule So elves and edain joined the thule But joy and peace died in his realm Foreboding rang, from sea to elm Again great and terrible doom befell This proud Lord fought, yet at the knell His realm was crushed beneath the fire Of this new dark lords mighty ire Defences shattered, hosts dispersed They fell back on his Allies birth And cry for aid from Westernesse "The dark lord cometh, this is the test