Last Call of the Echo

A legendary tale tis told
Of tenacious curiosity
Gorflu, elfin prophet, olde
Thirsted for knowledge ardently
He oft had heard from nearby crag
Recurring echoes haunting chime
For hours did the question nag
Wherefore they went in space and time
On one fine day it came too much
He had to know the answer true
With knapsack and his crooked crutch
No destination that he knew
He started from the rocky ledge
And there called out his earnest vow
The valleys far heard Gorflu's pledge
He'd find where echoes went somehow
He walked through quagmire's murky cold
And tired his hoary limbs to climb
The hills and mountains, steadfast, bold
His fortitude sublime
Encountering each new precipice
He shouted out his promise kept
No closer from the deep abyss
Did he and echoes intercept
They seemed to flee his noble search
And more determined he became
He'd wave his staff from perch to perch
Repeating out his lofty claim
Countrymen would hear his voice
Reverberating frenziedly
No longer taking path of choice
Trod marsh and briar steadily
Yet the echo strong persists
From high upon each hill
And some say Gorflu's trek exists
Through glade and hollow still.