419 : Ängsälvor : The Meadow Elves
Fading light, red paints the sky,
Sunna retreats, disappears with a sigh,
Flowers frown, dark is the meadow,
Shadows erupt, flicker in Mani's glow.
Ängsälvor gather, ghostly white in dress,
Magical Elves, this night to bless,
Shining faces, hair of golden strands,
Forming circles, a holding of hands.
Silent verses, the ancient Elven tunes,
Musical composition, carved deep in runes,
Swaying motion, caught in the trance,
Elven offering, their magic ritual dance.
Innocence, decadence, go hand in hand,
Wind, fire, well within their command,
Sacred movements, secrets among themselves,
The Ängsälvor, the magical Meadow Elves.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.