When first she came to Elfland, some treasures there to find,
A lonesome elf deep in the woods was pleasing to her mind,
His pointed ears, his long white hair, the books upon a shelf,
That's why she chose to be the Lady of the Elf!

So she walked up and smiled, her face a lovely sight,
I wish to abide here with you, oh, this seems so right,
he shook his head, he spread his hands, so sure of himself,
sparkling jewels seemed to mock the Lady of the Elf!

She stood taken aback then, bitter tears in her eyes,
The elf just watched her blissful frame, hiding his smiles,
wives he had had three and children he had twelf,
That's why he wanted no new Lady of the Elf!

Come into my tree house, oh travelweary maid,
No sooner had he spoken that in his bed she laid,
Into her deep dark ... eyes the elven man did delve
She was no blushing maiden, the Lady of the Elf!

When he woke up next morning, outside the rising sun,
He found out rather quickly the maiden she was gone,
No jewels, no more gold, no books upon his shelf,
He was tricked badly by the Lady of the Elf!

© Crysalgira