Elven Minstrel




One lucky evening passing by-
Through mystic woods I chanced-
To hear her sing a lullaby-
To fairies as she danced.

A clearing in the woods revealed-
A lake of water pure-
Ancient binding spells appealed-
Her radiance, a cure.

A maiden not of human race-
Her beauty far too great-
With pale skin and tender face-
Her soul must not know hate.

The tune and tempo both were keen-
This mystic maiden mused-
With grace like I had never seen-
A magic song she used.

The fairies quickly fell to sleep-
The minstrel walked on water-
Of Silence feared I longer keep-
I loved this forest's daughter.

I gazed at her in awe and wonder-
Slowly then, I neared-
I made a sound, my fatal blunder-
She quickly disappeared.

The elven minstrel left me there-
I saw her face no more-
Her song it echoes still somewhere-
I'll hear her nevermore.