Green little elf-ling,
Why do you hide from me so?
Do not be afraid.
I am but a traveller,
From very far away lands.
Hear me green elf-ling.
Why do you bear your sharp knife?
Please do not fear me.
I have come to seek refuge.
In a world where it’s seldom.
Show yourself elf-ling.
Is it true that it’s safe here?
I’ve heard many tales.
Stories of the high elf-lings,
The most prosperous people.
Tell me green elf-ling,
Has my journey been fruitless?
All this way for nought.
Have you not seen the others?
Are you the last of the elves?
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Green little elf-ling,
Why do you hide from me so?
Do not be afraid.
I am but a traveller,
From very far away lands.
Hear me green elf-ling.
Why do you bear your sharp knife?
Please do not fear me.
I have come to seek refuge.
In a world where it’s seldom.
Show yourself elf-ling.
Is it true that it’s safe here?
I’ve heard many tales.
Stories of the high elf-lings,
The most prosperous people.
Tell me green elf-ling,
Has my journey been fruitless?
All this way for nought.
Have you not seen the others?
Are you the last of the elves?
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