Falgrim Saga

Often did he linger, in the woodlands, late at night.
Falgrim's footfall silent, as above the stars where bright.

Something of uncertainty was breathing in his ear.
Not often was old Falgrim in the company of fear.

His bow was notched and ready, for a hunter was his trade.
But from a path familiar, old Falgrim's footsteps strayed.

Perhaps it was a sign of age, perhaps his mind numbed by the frost.
One thing was for certain, old Falgrim found himself lost.

Signs and sounds seemed foreign.
Scents and senses seemed strange.
How had he not noticed, he thought, the moment when things had changed?

The stars from his eyes where hidden.
An eerie mist concealed his breath.
Old Falgrim had not noticed, the moment of his death.

His lonely essence wanders still, through woodlands where he died.
Old Falgrim in the forest, hunting on the other side.