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.
Comments about Prologue From Of Roving Elves And Meddling Man by Alex Fischer
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You