John Bliven Morin (September 16th,1936 / New London, CT)
The Evil Elf (part 2 of 2)
Time itself was all reversed;
gone were the hours of time,
gone was the pain and all the worst;
there was no awful crime.
The gnome became her dearest friend;
some fairy folk have said
he helped her fairy heart to mend,
and eventually they wed.
And what of the brutal elven lad?
He vanished in a flash;
the queen cannot abide the bad,
and turned him all to ash/
Copyright (C) 2013 by John Bliven Morin
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