Drizzit

Afront the pitch black hollow cave are jutting pearly ivories and alabaster
filed and so-placed themselves by the gods to perfection.
The sparkling sun peeps through the narrowing gap enchanting the confused,
and unaccustomed drow.
To stare at those magnificent emanating rays is mysterious, inexplicable bliss coupled with extreme agony;
Agony that only intensifies with each passing moment of contact.
For the drow is of the Underdark,
acclimatized to darkness almost his whole life,
A prosaic world of stalactites and stalagmites and winding caverns.
Unbeknownst to the curious drow, this extraordinary plane existed all along-
An exciting, uncharted terrain full of surprises and degrees of freedom.
A world the drow is hesitant explore;
Deterred by the uncertainty that looms every corner.
He then inhales and embraces the fresh thin air and his ambivalence somewhat diminishes.

A powerful storm is brewing inside him and he knows it.
It is tearing the singular drow asunder.
His gut constantly churns abated only by his burning lavender eyes every time he looks at the sun.
In a dire predicament and with no one to turn to for advice,
the desolate and confused drow is desparate for answers.
The risky and unsure adventures to be had in the alien land
or the surety and comforts of his hackneyed Underdark?
For now he curls back under his gradually thinning cloak
promising to ponder on these things tomorrow.
Or perhaps the morrow after that…