A vengeful glare

Piercing the soul

Fading into despair

The cold wind of change

Winding, screaming

Searching

Strutting along Tottenham court

The grimy road

A little puddle on the mountainside

Holds the moon

Veiling the dragon within

The last blossom of a cherry tree

Fragrant and delicate

Lasting a short summer's evening

Then fading away

An elegant woman in white

Begins her slow song

As the cheers fade

Don't cry for her

She is at her peak

Her fall is yet to come

The illusions of life still cling

Soon to be shattered

Fleeing

As the sparrow escapes the cold of winter

Light playing through the opal

Hinting of hidden colors

Laughing silently

Always out of sight

As the pipe unseen

Plays music to which Tinuviel dances

Flitting gracefully as the nightingale

Through willowy silver trees

The elf dances to the tune

Through forests singing sorrowless.