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Ely Averill Dec 2015
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?

— The End —