The trees of the Wayless Wood seem to grow up to the sky.

The Fire Elves swarm around the Fire-Dancer,

he succeeds in getting their precious honey;

just like last time.

He will go to the castle and perform;

his daughter watches him with delight,

just like she does every time.

Ten long years gone,

wasted in an unfamiliar world.

Back to his own world and gone again;

the White Women welcome him to them,

delighted yet scared by the fire and the Fire-Dancer.

A voice calls to him,

calling him home; always talking with that silver tongue.

(A/N): Let me know if it's any good!