Do we not want to comfort the elf?
In all his otherworld glory
With his open stance
Elegant limp that he nurses so well
Forbidden and secret skills
The call of the elf and all his kind
At the edge of our world
Sings to us, unending
In myth
Living among them
Separate from them
With us, without us
Brushing against them
Entreating them to stop
Invitations to our world
Stay
Originate in schism, fright, consort
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