Elf Dreams

- Lothithil

Is it possible to un-see visions beheld?
Envy the fog that blunts and buries
Memory and Fear, a gift to the Followers
That We cannot share

We that appeared in the Early Years
Coming awake beside the star-dusted lake
Cannot sleep again

Though dream may shape me
And Quests bring me to strange shores
When my eyes close in weariness
I hear water flowing over stone

How I long for the forgetfullness of Mortal Sleep