A Last Elf Poem
The cold grey mist enshrouds the woods
Within her damp embrace
Soon she muffles all sounds of life
Except for my beating heart.
Many hearts once beat here also
Before the mist’s embrace
A strong rhythm that spoke of life
My own a part of this whole.
But now only the mist reigns here
Her damp rule unchallenged
For the many hearts have sailed away
Leaving mine to beat alone.