Elven One

Petite, fragile with elven eyes
She’ll keep her counsel, maybe, sometimes
Dark eyed solitude, deepest depths
Though light from within her shines
With piercing brilliance
She remains unaware, unsure of her own abilities
Quiet acceptance turns to manic happiness
Sometimes in the blink of an eye
Mistaken for a fearful thoughtless one
Whatever you do, never make that mistake
Her tongue can become sharp, fangs appear
The creature of the night has no fear
She’ll fight for others more than herself
Coming after you with knife like hands
You dared to cross her beloved ones
Sunlight smoothing over the cracks
Like a generous, viscous liquid balm
Warming her heart, she’s forgotten the betrayal
At least on the surface, anyway

Ailsa

Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂 View all posts by ailsacawley