Laiqualasse
Like a child of Apollo, with eyes blue and hair pale.
Quiet as a mouse, but fast as a deer.
With brown boots and a tunic green as kale.
Oh wise prince, has never touched a beer.
He has walked the forests of good and bad,
Is a shadow of death in the hearts of foes.
Acts respectful for a boy who has a king for a dad,
And seems to secretly stash all he knows.
But what would I do without him,
You, Laiqualasse, inspire what I do,
For your heart, eyes, and soul are never dim.
Nature produced the presence of you,
Because you are of noble elven race,
Nobody will ever forget your face.