Athel Loren

Down the path, beneath the trees,

Where asrai dwell, fair and free.

Beastmen are caught unawares,

The wood, most humans do beware.

…

Words trees speak, yet not heard,

There is no sound of wind or birds.

Try to keep up with fading whispers,

Fan-Eltharin's like a tongue twister.

…

Down the path, no longer free,

Trapped by time, between the trees.

Athel Loren's where you'll be,

Trapped here for eternity.