Glorious kingdom of the sons of Alßiz,
Stretching from the gleaming towers
Of Taran in Falias,
Near the grove where the wise Oak-Knowers
Taught and discussed the secrets of existence,
To the shadowed streets of Twerias
In the mines of Niðavellir,
Where the Iron-Knowers, sons of Đwerȝaz,
Molded metals into treasures
Fit for gods.

So much lost,
Washed away in the waves,
Hidden under Austri’s sea,
Drowned Dvergar mines,
Flood waters cutting off
The sacred cities of the north
From the lands of man,
Leaving only
The abundant Isle of Ériu
And Ælfeon,
Also known as Ynys Ælfar,
Last isle of the Elves,
Called Myriddunin,
The Sea Fortess
That would be the home and sanctuary
Of the children of Pritan.

3-10-4/1/18

My first poem for National Poetry Writing Month.

Pronunciation Key:
ß = “v”
Đ / ð = “th” as in father
ȝ = “y” as in youth.
Æ = “aye”
dd = “th” as in father