Death of an Elf

Death of an Elf

Fragrant tulips and roses laden with dust filled my breath,
Shards of broken glassy dreams swirled in my watery eyes.
Drums and cannons boomed raging fire in my melting ears,
Blizzard of cold icy thoughts ran as blood clod my skies.


Frail elves, dangling steps, blurry vision a borrowed breath or two
Moans floated on lips of elves like mournful pluck on strained harp
Bravely as he could, tried to stop the silver blood oozing life from body
The thirsty red sand was gulping away live from his claws sharp


On horizon floated a fairy or two, afraid to descend down
On hard boiling raving war field where he just breathe his last
Two drops of marbles flowed from eyes as a tribute to the fighter
As they watched the raven world full with dead and “death cast”


In one “death cast” was Lucifer, frozen not dead,
Stiffed in his green slimy blood ready to be woken
Frozen curse on lips, eyes parted wide clutching to
Elf’s dagger, pierced in his heart and in two broken

Dusty death danced away, in glory was Lucifer smiling
Elves, fairies, men, all….all were falling under the slimy blade
War that was on since centuries was coming to an end
Blood of slain evil, stuck them to ground till their lives were laid


Bravery was lost, even the victors were loosing life
No escape, no victory, Lucifer was wining and death was on
Words of dire prophesy ran in ears of our tired fighting Elf
‘Warm silver if run into the heart of green – will he be gone”


The world around him stopped, numbers had fallen short of deads
With each slain Lucifer, an elf was gone and again did Lucifer rise
Generation have risen and fallen but the war continued
Never did the elves give up nor could they wave their flag in skies


Pulled out a dagger, presented to him by his love, cleaned it
And with smile for his love, to her opened his heart’s cone
With failing breath dipped it in his warm silvery blood
Called out the stunned Lucifer and in his heart dipped his own

A martyr laid the elf, the war ended and Lucifer was gone
He was locked with dagger of purity and good in his heart
Eternal as he is blessed by Him, waits, Frozen in time
He waits for some one to remove dagger from his stone heart


In my heart I often see the flight going on and on
Why has the Elf need to die to kill the Lucifer?
Why can’t he rise again? Why in death too Lucifer kills?
And why the dagger is always pulled out again of Lucifer?