Ancient Elves of Endilwile

Deep within a forest old
with trees a mile high
live the elves of Sonamore
far away from harm.

Sometimes you may hear
them laughing loud way up in a tree,
but never has a man been born
that has seen an elf of Sonamore.

Ten thousand years since Endilwile
so long away from home.
Living in a strange land
no Malikorn trees to roam.

The elves so small search the stars
guided by so many points of light
to find the love they had lost
in a far and distant land.

Upon the nights of frosty skies
bright stars show there wares.
The elves then will dance
remembering a place gone by.

Elves are simple beings,
they yearn only for the beauty
and magic of the stars
to guide their simple lives.

Ahhh simple on the surface maybe.
never really what they seem.
elves are all magic,
and no magic is simple.

Magic is a suspenion of what we see
and a belief in and use
of what we cannot see
but know instinctively it is there...

What we can not see?
... Or ....
in what we don't understand
(or care to understand)

Across the spanning eons of time
the Universe spins its single dance,
moving from one era to the next,
spinning new stars into the night.

In winter cold, as solstice wains,
the nights grow and age,
the magic of the skys rains down
to shine an eflin light.

Once again they hear the songs
and dance the rings of light,
renewing joy within thier hearts
to carry through another year.

Until the winds of change slip in,
with elfin magic in your heart,
and We all come full circle,
And our paths cross again.

May you find your way down the ancient pathways to the Groves of Wisdom