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The Elf Lord
The Elf Lord stands serene
Upon his glistening talan
Amongst the trees
Illuminated by scared magick
His luminous robes
Crafted form the finest materials
Hang loose upon his pure body
He wears an exclusive,
Exquisite necklace of silver colour
Crafted by Angels
Forged with scared flame
A scared adornment
Projecting love and purity
His long silver hair
Flows with the gentle winds
As his beautiful pointed ears show through
He stands alone in the golden wood,
Among the luscious trees
As they send him their love and gratitude
For his protection and warmth
Peace and silence radiates from him
He is the epitome of serenity.
He is one of the elders
Who keep the peace of the land
Giving hope,
Inspiration and guidance
To his kind
And many others
His peaceful energy radiates
Touching all
Enchanting those
His gentle presence touches
Held gently in the
Arms of his Lady
He sleeps
And dreams of peace
He stands before his people
Loved, respected, revered
Never feared
As he has equal love and respect
For his kin
Never has he considered himself
Above them
He is dearly loved
And deeply honoured
His people
And the gentlefolk of the land
Honour and love him,
Not for his regality
Or his power
But for his wisdom
Gentleness
Peace and serenity
With the help of his people
And the gentlefolk
Spirit light and scared song
Adorns and caresses the lands
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