Prologue From Of Roving Elves And Meddling Man Poem by Alex Fischer

What is time if it does not respond?
Those damned things that all go wrong.
Albeit it be that life goes on too long,
I know my time is soon to come.
I cannot move on, no not at all.
Even that thing that made me feel tall
Has left me feeling so short and small.
And thus I tell this sad story to all;
In the Land of Martica, oblivious to all,
Roams a beautiful elf, the Queen, the Lady of them all;
Graceful as a cat and as beautiful as a dove,
Through the forests of her people didst she she roam above.
Striding wonderfully thinking of fate,
And of the day she betroths a man,
One who is linked to the golden gate.