Elegy for the elves

A Poem by Richard

..And they say
‘we’re not little people, we’re dancers of the night’
Those pointed ears
and sharp minds
hands as soft as velvet
dainty figures
bows and compasses
which encompass lush green land
led by horses with satchels full of leaves
used for medicine
to cure illness, not disease
By ponds down glistening falls
on trade routes for the dwarves
fortune, in these very walls
Believe it, or not..

Isabelle the wise
and Gabriel 4th son
chanting by a fire
songs of being young

chasing dreams
until mourning
at last
the old burial ground
useful for it’s preservation, misleading in it’s charms
ESPECIALLY for it’s charms
By earth and sun

away from dreamvalley,
a spider stepping out into the rain

-it’s no small task being an elf
but someone’s got to see them
listen to them
and it can’t just be myself