Furtive Father Winter Veil 2011
Ringo Flinthammer of Flinthammer Hall has blessed us all with the gift of song this Winter's Veil season. A talented Dwarf and bard in his own right. Thankfully he was selected among so many other talented story tellers, artistically gifted folk, and scribes of various skills to add the spirit of merriment to the Saga's adventurers. Ringo deserves much praise and cheer for his thoughtful gift that is now presented here on Winter's Veil Day.
A Cleansing Song
As the Druids that had escorted Draccus from Moonglade flew back from the Dream Bough Portal, down below them in the area known as Forest Song, hidden from the air by the leaves of Ashenvale Forest, voices rose up to greet them. Through the canopy those voices were united in song.
A corrupted version of the enchanting tune could be heard in the streets of Stormwind, the caverns of Ironforge, and across the vast lands of the Horde. Wherever Goblin merchants had commercialized the sacred and hold song, a traveler could hear it. But here, in these ancient woods, the song was sung as it was originally intended, by voices that had first intoned it a thousand years ago, before Kalimdor was ruptured by the Sundering.
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging.
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging.
Not only green when summer's here,
But also when 'tis cold and drear.
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging.
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me.
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me.
How often has the Ancient tree
Afforded me the greatest glee!
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me.
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Thy dewdrops shine so brightly!
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Thy dewdrops shine so brightly!
From base to summit, gay and bright,
There's plenty a splendor for the sight.
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
Thy dewdrops shine so brightly!
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
How rich Elune hath decked thee!
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
How rich Elune hath decked thee!
Thou bidst us true and faithful be,
And trust Elune unchangingly!
O Ancient Tree! O Ancient Tree!
How rich hath Elune decked thee!
Many challenges still await the people of Azeroth as a whole. The Dragon Deathwing, the self-proclaimed Aspect of Death, is the least of the world's woes in the near future. Even once he is defeated, war will still haunt the valleys and glades from the shores of Kalimdor to the mountains of Eastern Kingdoms. Other threats lurk in the shadows-- the Burning Legion, the Naga Queen Azshara, and more unknown Nightmares.
However, in that moment, the ancient Kaldorei song lifted the Druid's hearts and gave them hope for the future once again.
