The flaming jewels now burn with phoenix fire
Red as rubies, alive as sunlight fair,
Within your woodland eyes, a glowing gyre
Each morn reborn to fly with splendor rare.
The forest dark, alive with creeping death
That lies beyond our cottage warm and true,
Writhing with wily worms and ****** breath,
Withers to meet such elven souls as you.
Your arrows straight fly true with poisoned peaks.
Each well-aimed word impaling wicked foes.
Your bow drawn taut will taunt the shadow-freaks;
Your mystic blades will blaze with azure glows.
Blow the sky-blast trumpets! Split the quiet night!
She wields the deathly darts; she fights with phoenix-light.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
The flaming jewels now burn with phoenix fire
Red as rubies, alive as sunlight fair,
Within your woodland eyes, a glowing gyre
Each morn reborn to fly with splendor rare.
The forest dark, alive with creeping death
That lies beyond our cottage warm and true,
Writhing with wily worms and ****** breath,
Withers to meet such elven souls as you.
Your arrows straight fly true with poisoned peaks.
Each well-aimed word impaling wicked foes.
Your bow drawn taut will taunt the shadow-freaks;
Your mystic blades will blaze with azure glows.
Blow the sky-blast trumpets! Split the quiet night!
She wields the deathly darts; she fights with phoenix-light.
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