Down in Iyil Sen
Did they dwell
Wings diaphanous, like the sea so deep
Breath stirred, hearts beat
Eyes that beheld beauty
Softer than a moth their legs potent
Quick of wit, soft of mouth
Musically inclined
Magically the flittered about
Now in deaths embrace
The trees lament
What was once in Iyil Sen.
Intoned by the survivors.
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