The Marriage of Tellamachus Nife and Anya AngelFyre

Where lies the love of ages past,
Of times of legend, myth and song?
The strength of passion made to last,
When gods, on Norrath, did belong.

Where is the love we hear in tales,
When prince doth find his sweet princess?
Where is the love that never fails,
Love ever deep and never less?

Now listen well, ye gathered here,
For something lost has now been found,
Through icy wastes so crystal clear,
Two people, love doth now surround.

Two of a kind and kindness made;
Fair Anya, who makes angels sigh,
Tellamachus, with love she bade,
To join with her beneath the sky.

And now as one they travel forth,
Together, twined in love's embrace,
>From west to east from south to north,
Where e'er they walk, what e'er they face.

A love as true as legend tells,
A love as strong as Gods define,
A passion rich as magic spells,
A couple matched in love divine.

by Elegor Mandreskal of The Soerbaird