Elf

Tears streaming in two silvery lines

Down the face of the immortal elf.

Blond, locked hair in silver loops and twines

Eyes just opened: able to see himself

He wishes he could go back

But it’s a one way road.

He’s picked up a great silver sack

And used it as a code.

If he could have this chance again

He wouldn’t do the same.

He’d take this weary, heavy chain

And throw away his name.