In Elvenhome She Danced Alone Poem by Eruedraithon Ruin

In Elvenhome She Danced Alone

In Elvenhome, a realm of frost and grace,
A maiden danced on ice, a frozen space.
Her hair, like spun moonlight, a silver sheen,
Her skin, a whispered ghost, a fairy queen.
Her dress, a winter's drift, of purest white,
She moved with grace, a vision, pure and bright.

Her voice, a chime of stars, a whispered song,
A melody that echoed, soft and strong.
A light within her heart, a radiant spark,
That lit the frozen world, a silent ark.
She sang of whispered dreams, of ancient lore,
And every note, a star, forevermore.

But now she's gone, the ice begins to thaw,
The echoes fade, the light begins to draw
A veil of silence, over every sound,
Her voice, a whispered echo, now unbound.
The maiden's vanished, in the fading light,
Leaving behind a hollow, starless night.

No more her song, to pierce the frozen air,
Her beauty lost, beyond compare.
The frozen lake reflects a somber hue,
A silent testament, of what is true.
The light of her voice, extinguished, cold and still,
A memory whispered, on the wind's chill.

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