Elflings Quest (Moonbeams Prequel) Poem by James Howden

A slender dragoness, sleek and fast, glides through miramack,
frightened elfling, riding hard upon his proud mounts back.
whizzing by the josiper plants, and flopper trees stood tall,
his quest to find the fairy folk, he's got to tell them all.

past crimson brook, up squallies hill, round old daffodil dell,
through the rotted festering copse, where the wizard cast his spell.
by dancing pixies on buttercup blooms, billowing in the air,
just ahead now, past lilacs lane, at last the fairies lair.

dismounted elfling, scurries fast, to tell of what he seen,
he bows in anticipation, awaits permission from the queen.
darting all around him, luminous balls in flurtive flight,
hushed silence, gasps of horror, at what the elfling seen tonight.

he tells of gigantic creatures, some riding roaring beasts,
with eyes as bright as sunbeams, upon the land it feasts.
teary eyed the elfling chokes, at what he has to say,
the elfling folk of ockling shire, live no more this day.

the queens thoughts turn to folklore, ancient stories intertwined,
tales of brutal giant folk, who call themselves mankind.
the time has come, she tells her flock, a new home must be found,
one last dance on the moonbeams glow, before we venture underground.