Twisting Winding Forest roads Lit by Moon And stars alike. Elven grace I have not, But Elven love I have A plenty. Whispering Nodding Forest limbs Moved by earth And wind alike. Elven grace I have not, But Elven love I have A plenty.
Light, thief of the dark, steals and gives nowt back but shape. And shape keeps me from light so that I am doubly robbed, of dark and of light. No wonder, I roam the hinterlands.
Twisting
ReplyDeleteWinding
Forest roads
Lit by Moon
And stars alike.
Elven grace
I have not,
But Elven love
I have
A plenty.
Whispering
Nodding
Forest limbs
Moved by earth
And wind alike.
Elven grace
I have not,
But Elven love
I have
A plenty.
Light, thief of the dark, steals and gives nowt back but shape. And shape keeps me from light so that I am doubly robbed, of dark and of light. No wonder, I roam the hinterlands.
ReplyDelete