the elvenking


tall
with grey eyes and flowing hair
silver
silken
moonlight
you bow to no one
you follow no one
you are the elvenking

your gaze is cold
ice
and your expression uncaring
but
you feel
you can't be real
what beauty your forlorn gaze holds
what knowledge hides there
you are the elvenking

you hurt and you hide it
behind those grey eyes
you are the softest wind
the smell of crisp fog
the sounds of the woodland
you are the elvenking

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