A poem about a character and events from my live role-playing days, it’s the last of three in a series.
But of the traitorous elves, only one persist
All of his allies, simply ceased to exist
Killed by demon hands, Ar’Dell escaped the killing
Now he steps lightly, of treachery he’s not willing
Always on the run, dodging unseen blades
It’s the choice he made, going renegade