hear the soothing singing of the wood elves
walking in french style
clothed in wonderous white of serenity
the horses stroll with much peace
towards the destination of the White Towers
for a safer place, to achieve a higher state of chimera
through the forests the group glows
in a heavenly white light
as the melody sounds through the night
feel their grief and resignation to the end of ages
in anticipation of their race
soon turning into myth