In midst of mystic forests breath,
thy love lies chained in trampled leaves.
Hark, the ravens sing its death,
o listen how the wind it grieves.
Thine evil king of daughter pure;
fear wrathful eyes ablaze in rage,
forbade to see her love no more;
his heart so cursed, ripped from its cage.
Thy tears run free, thy spirit soars;
wings of hope in dreams doth fly.
Tis shrill the cry of elven roars,
o true love surely ne`er shall die.



OMG! I didn't like it.... I LOVED IT! i loved this part 


Thank you so much for your beautiful comment









Best of luck. You take care.



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