#beren
And where you walk
and now you lay
None shall ever know
For her you lost
returned to yore
Where your kins awoke
And back you never
came i see
Wistful cry of Elfinesse
They say in south
you stroll alone
Playing magic musics still
A call to her
your sister sweet to
Dance again upon your flute
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC