The First Fall

Eldrid the Blood Tree.
Her hair turns red when the sky goes higher.
No grass could ever imitate its beauty.
No ruby of the kings was ever clearer than its hue.

Every bird, rock, and god admired the color.
Before the mountains, before the trees,
The blacksmiths have forged the fire after her hair.
How similar the magic gradually painting the earth.

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