Capture of Elvish Magic

Capturing endless streams of time
in a beautiful ship of Elvish kind.
Flowing rivers of songs and tales,
wash to the sea lost forever.

Or, just unfound?
Tales of wonder,
Buried deep beneath the water.
The water of the ancient sea,
where magic is kept after its release.

All glory of thee dies in thoughts of human kind,
some trying to revive it one last time.
Pull the legend back to the surface,
Oh spirts of Old, hear these urges.

Days of yore still held dear to some at least,
Don't let the wonder vanish out of our reach.
Bring back this time, now long forgot,
and wash our new lands from evil now wrought.

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