An Elf Poem
The lady wearing silver calls but I don't hear a thing
The Lady waits as I stand watching wild running wind
And spirits
call as the rivers sing
The forest quiet and dark
I search the world without success
I try to find my mark
Magic is leaving, the world. It is an unpleasant
sight
I fear what it has become but cannot find the light
The lady wearing
silver calls but I still don't hear a thing
The voices in my head are calling and I still hear the rivers sing
The lady waits as I stand watching wild running wind
But with my family
gone I fear the mortals wrath
My kin has had no chance to figure out the math
Yet still the lady
waits as I stand watching Wild Running Wind
Isilwen Anwamanë
Canada
January 2005
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