Oh, my prince, my Silverlance,
You relic of the Fey,
You came, your eyes did glow for me,
Glowed, then slipped away.
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In younger times I watched you,
You toiled to hone each skill
And every graceful swoop, I knew,
Would grace each foe you'd kill.
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Oh, my prince, my Silverlance
You relic of the Fey,
You walked Bethmoora proudly,
Turned, then walked away.
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Centuries passed, aged and lonesome,
Trolls your bidding met;
Sorrowed eyes now, tear stained scar,
And madness in regret.
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Oh, my prince, my Silverlance,
You relic of the Fey,
If only you had killed your hate,
Now stone hides where we lay.
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But stars will find their maiden paths
To a yearly visit splendid
And will kiss the pallid marble heap
Where elf and dust are blended.
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Oh, my prince, my Silverlance
When next you breathe the air,
Perhaps you may yet draw in life,
Draw life without despair.
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Then proud and grand your royal form
Will grace the world again,
And you will know their frailty,
And feel each mortal's pain.
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Oh, my prince, my Silverlance,
When you see man's simplicity
Then truth will liberate our kind
And kindness be our liberty.
