Upon the shores of the Misty Sea
Lies a boat that beckons to thee.
Isle of Ethbelex awaits
Within opacity.
Take the boat to the hidden island
Lost in greyness, oar in hand.
Make farewells and leave them behind,
Never to be seen again.
Under a curse bestowed long ago,
Under three moons they cry ever so,
The savage women of the island
Lure men through mist with songs of sorrow.
The men are broken and turned to slaves;
And then sent to their watery graves.
The women can only bear daughters;
The failures all lie under the waves.
They cry tears under the moon of white
And blood under the red moon at night.
When barely seen the green moon is full
She steals away completely their sight.
For long generations, this has been
The legacy of the Halfelven
Harem accursed a long age ago
By the ill-fated son of Rodinn.
A king he became of a fair realm:
Sorcerous Belexes, with black helm.
And Salmod the Dragon came with terms
Only to destroy and overwhelm.
Alas, on Ethbelex the women
Await the one to come from omen,
He that will rid them from the old curse;
The man both human and elven.
Jason Behnke
2006
Ethbelex
