There are words in the sand
written by some ungodly hand,
soon, my child, you will see
everything that this world can be.
You'll learn the ways of the fern
when a wiser age you turn.
I can tell you many long forgotten things
some older than the oldest tree rings.
Do you know why the sea is blue?
Or can you tell the lies from what is true?
I'll tell you of the history of the elves,
of the power long forgotten within ourselves.
Someday after you have read all the old texts and prints,
you will be King of the Elves! and no longer a Prince.
But for now my young child, sleep the night away,
just remember who you will be someday.