[Monifa] Song of Respite

[isyris]

After weeks, I return
From the land of crying mountains
Where elves and forests burn
And armies, again and again,
Come crashing together
Like waves. Rising, merging, and then
Falling back, and whether
They are one water or two when
It is done, who can say?

Or who will ask? Not knowing, I
Spread my wings, face away
From the valley of death, and fly.