elves
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Under the moonless sky
I write with the ink of night
In the shadows lurk
malicious elves
I must beware-they bite
The archer with her moon-bow
The lunar queen bright pearl
The Elven Realm
I was walking through the meadow,
swirling through the wheat, when suddenly
I came upon a figure,
Sweltering among the summer’s heat.
He said to me, “Do not step farther,
An elf needs a place to strive.The enormous trees that cover the land hold so much importance for the elf, A helping hand.
