764. The Legend Of Tuhin Poem by Jaden Knight

In the fields of Cadel stands a mighty monument
built of the finest marble around
it covers the tomb of Tuhin the snow prince
buried where he fell in the great war

His golden armour had shone in the sun
clashing with his pale white skin
his horse was the colour of purest milk
with a bridle of purest silk

Songs will be sung of Tuhin from that day
as many unnamed heroes fell to his silver blade
until at last an arrow pierced his heart
fired by Nimrod the youngest son of the Alexio king

The snow prince fell from his horse without a word
the remaining snow elves fled in terror
the Alexio claimed a vital victory
there was to be no celebratory feast however
as there was so much work to be done

Most of the fallen were burnt on a pyre
for their ashes to be spread over the kingdom
for the snow prince they constructed a mighty tomb
over the spot where he had fallen
none of their own were treated as well as he
the highest honour for their greatest foe

Many songs would be sung of the battle that day
and in those the legend of Tuhin lives on
immortalised in so many verses and stories
while the rest of his kind have been forgotten