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| A continuation in the theme of 'Guardian', this poem relates the abbreviated story of what happened to the elves. Updated: 1/1/2004 |
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Hidden away in forests of gold
Hidden so deep ev’n time couldn’t learn
Of their home veiled by tree and fern
Yet for eons their story’s been told
The story of the elves
As shimmering mists wind through the trees,
And streams’ reflect the night time moonlight
Giant redwoods tower out of sight
And songs of elves float on the breeze
The home of the elves
It’s unknown how the bards knew such things
Of elfin despairs and their elations
To hand it down through generations
But one story never left their strings
The fall of the elves
For the elves no longer exist here
Their presence will never again grace the Earth.
Colossal trees are of normal girth,
The mists long gone and the streams are clear
The home of the elves
In a tale bards forgot through shame
Man hunted down and murdered the elves;
They wanted no ruler, save themselves.
Thus for this slaughter must man take blame
The death of the elves
But one thing man failed to achieve
One part of the elves not quite gone
One part of the elves left to live on
When the wind blows through the leaves
The song of the elves
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