The Final Chapter of the Great Elves
The flowers are blooming; the birds sing their name
The harp’s notes are captured, its harmony tamed
Flickers of light are seen through the trees
Colors float freely entwined in the breeze
The mountains soar high to boast their great deed
Swift streams down below still pay them no heed
Grasses bend gently to give freely themselves
And leave a slight softness beneath the Great Elves
Deep in their eyes they still harbor their fears
A vision of sadness, the trail of tears
So long have they journeyed, so far have they come
To let endless love become so undone
As a world goes awry, they pursue their last quest
Lest the Great Elves of old shall eternally rest
Copyright © Marco Borda | Year Posted 2007
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