Just a little poem, for fun. An elf, still alive and on Earth, who's views clash with the ones of this world.

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It is lonely, no, the path I walk

Between the sand and sea

The wisp of breeze is comfortless

The light too dim for me

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Still I must go, I have no choice

For is choice much at all?

Oh, fear is real and fear I hark

But choice is not so tall

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I am confused, are not we all

About the land I see

The sands dot gold more ways than one

But no beauty here is free

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And I continue on this path

Watch sun melt soft from sight

And I know not what I can do

To stay the fading light

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And wander, I, towards the seas

And gaze out to the blue

They crash, they call, I linger still

It's not for me they coo