The elflord waits

To hear you sing

In a forest's morning mist.

He waits for you

The joys you bring

And your sweet lips he's kissed.

He's waited there a thousand years

Since that time you left

To spend your life with human kind

Leaving his soul cold, bereft.

He knows his kind are dying fast.

His empire's turned to dust and past

And he's the last one left,

His soul cold and bereft.

It's strange how one can rise and fall,

Neither share, one takes it all.

Elves built beauty to share this place

Then trampled by the human race.

He's the last lone elflord left,

The last one of his kind.

He's the last blood of his line,

From when vines through oak leaves twined.

His lady left him all alone.

He waited but he found her gone.

Her beauty took her from this place,

Her beauty joined the human race,

And her beauty is joined to each of us

When we find things too fine to be of us.

And perhaps some generation hence

A distant child of hers will be

Within those woods of the elflord's land

And their distant beauty they will see,

And they can form another race

To take what is now mankind's place,

And their mixed breed of elven kin

With beauty will replace the works of man.

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