As the sun sets below the cool horizon

The trees' shadows lengthen.

Only now in the deepening of the twilight

Does the Elven ranger feel welcome.

For this is the world he grew up in--

One of perpetual shadow.

Everlasting night.

He glances over his shoulder at the west

The time is near,

For soon the night will fall and his day begin.

Silently he picks up his camp

The cave were he spends the painful daylight hours

And starts his journey north.

What he hopes to find there no one knows

Acceptance?

Something else?

All that any who, by some chance,

Should see him on his trek northwards,

Is that this dark shadow

Will never stay still for long,

Even if friends are found.

Ever flitting from shadow to shadow,

Much like some ghost,

Trapped to this realm of existence

Not welcome anywhere.

What will this Elven ranger find

In the cold shadows of the north?

No one knows

All that can be done is to watch and listen

For tidings to come from the north.

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