In my mind's eye I see it,
a place of reverence unmatched
It glowed with the charm of simplicity.
before my life had hatched.
Where we might sleep
without guilt
our palms left
unstained.
I had never touched a sword,
which I may never again claim.
While this place to others
would seem
merely a hamlet, crude
its beauty, I could see
and I loved it well and true.
The hearty laughter,
Honest friends,
festivities and all.
The place I would have
never left.
The place called
Carvahall.
As I approached her burning nest
in her stone, confined.
Only now I realize,
I could have never left her behind.
Many folk
o're the years
long to have what I do
but would their desires falter
if their
mortality was taken, too?
Who wants to live forever,
in their apparent youth, to remain?
They have yet to realize,
you do not escape unscathed.
The burden of the elves
weighs naught for them,
left unregarded
for their kin share it, too,
while mine have all departed.
My one true love,
who brought about my blight
shares it herself
as we unite.
I'm kept from her
her race doomed to die
even as we love, never to part,
the barrier of our species
will always keep us apart.
Who wants to live forever
who can stand to say adieu,
Who dares to live forever
when in the end it's all you do?
I look on at what I once was,
they're oblivious
as they chortle;
They bear the blessing
I long for,
the blessing of the mortal.
