Note: I am posting this for a friend. She wrote this poem for me a while back because I have a "Killing Legolas" fetish that still goes on to this very day. I edited some of it though… because she can't spell worth beans… even though she is worth her salt! hugs buddy
In the Pale Moonlight
By "My Friend"
He
lies dying in the grass
And
there's nothing I can do
Blood
flows in the leaves
As
I hear the branches scream in the trees
"You
can't have him!" I yell
For
one of the Fair Elven Folk he was,
Prince
Legolas they called him
And
I prayed to save his soul
My
prayers, they fail
And
he passes his last breath
His
body grows cold as I hold him
His
beautiful blond hair is covered with mud
And my clothing as well is covered in his blood
I
see a ghostly form beside me
And
I turn to see him as fair as he was in life
A
pale light shimmers off him as he tells me
To
remember him well
For I will join him one day
And
at that he dances away
To
join the other spirits of the fallen Elves
Haldir
welcomes him
And
they all fade from sight
Off into the night
And everything is quiet
In the pale moon light