The Final Chapter of the Great Elves

by May 5, 2007Poetry

The flowers are blooming; the birds sing their name
The harp’s notes are captured, its harmony tamed
Flickers of light are seen through the trees
Colors float freely entwined in the breeze
The mountains soar high to boast their great deed
Swift streams down below still pay them no heed
Grasses bend gently to give freely themselves
And leave a slight softness beneath the Great Elves
Deep in their eyes they still harbor their fears
A vision of sadness, the trail of tears
So long have they journeyed, so far they have come
To let endless love become so undone
As a world goes awry, they persue their last quest
Lest the Great Elves of old shall eternally rest

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