Final Farewell To The Elf Lord
In Elven runes they carved his name.
Laid the Elf Lord's body that was dead,
Upon woven ash leaves as his final bed.
As in death, as it was in life,
By his side, his faithful wife.
She did not smile, nor did she speak,
She held his hand, kissed his cheek.
A tear drop formed, fell upon her face,
Her Final tribute, to the Lord of her race.
She kissed his lips, for one last time,
Then rang a bell, a magical chime.
The Elves began to dance, round and round,
They flowed like a river, but made no sound.
Faster and faster, they turned to light,
The Elf Lord's body glowed, lit up the night.
It rose up to the heavens, a point in the sky,
Lost in the distance, barely seen with the eye.
The elves stopped dancing, admiring from afar,
Their Elf Lord reborn, in the form of a star.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.