A Lay to the Lost that is Found
The star that shone most bright,
Upon the night of her birth,
Would shine in her eyes forever more.
Grey, lustrous and bright were her eyes,
Dark as shadows was her hair.
Few had ever seen a maid child so fair.
A tragic story would be her life.
Leading from the grievous demise,
Of mother and father for both did die.
And she but a babe had been.
Was one of the fairest,
That the world had ever seen.
Cast from her world to live,
In a foreign place,
Further then beyond the sea.
As a daughter of men she seemed.
Raised by a family,
That was not her own.
Until an awful day,
When the only father she did know,
Struck across the face.
She fell into despair,
Fleeing home and father both,
Until she met one who is wise.
Wizard was he,
With power beyond belief.
He brought her home to her world.
Her appearance though of greatly beauty still,
Did certainly change,
Her ears now processed delicate points,
Were the shapes of leaves,
For she did as elven kin,
Belong to the stars and tress.