Elvin Blood


Dark and quiet
She sits far below
Struck in the heart
Dying in the snow


Her long years
Have come up short
The deadly arrow
Shot from Ammort


Her Elvin blood
Spills on the cold
She shakes with pain
But tries to hold


He is exiled
But cares not
He means to kill her
And let her rot


He brings back the arrow
And releases a hateful grin
He let flies the arrow
But it never went in


He sees her stand
He screams with rage
She chants a spell
For she a Mage


Withering in pain
She tosses more flames
But he's seen again
As the story claims