Enough with the elf and all his kind
The gnomes and dragons and fairies and trolls
They live out of sight
Hidden
But they live
Their leader
The limping elf
Turns away from them
Dispenses affection
Suffers for it
We go on living
Yearning for their discovery
To shout and call attention to him
Over here! Over here!
But then he vanishes
We must be content with our own private knowledge
But then, does he exist?
Did he ever?
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