The Sylvan Princess

Her hair flows softly in the wind; it carries her whisper across the mountains.
The shimmering specks of silver and gold dance in the sunlight,
The sunlight that carries her smile to brighten even the darkest of hearts.
She runs swiftly like a deer, the trees rush by in a blur,
The trees that welcome her as one of their own, my Sylvan Princess.

The day will come when her eyes will be dark,
When the dusk no longer lightens her face,
When her body lays broken upon her bed,
But that time is not now.

Soft boots tread silently, unheard through the wilderness, and into my heart.
Her arms lithe and strong, glisten with the morning dew,
The morning that finds me staring deep into her soul.
Eyes that penetrate me, greet me when I wake,
Waking to find happiness that I have never known, my Sylvan Princess.

The day will come when her eyes will be dark,
When the dusk no longer lightens her face,
When her body lays broken upon her bed,
But that time is not now.

Hands that shine in subtle bronze open a door into another life; a life that they will not let her lead.
Mouths speak poison, pouring it into her soul in whispered words,
Her soul that sees the best interests of a people on the verge.
The moon lights her path as she weaves through the forest night,
A path that leads her away because of what she cannot be, my Sylvan Princess

The day will come when her eyes will be dark,
When the dusk no longer lightens her face,
When her body lays broken upon her bed,
But that time is not now.

With golden chariots I bring her back, chariots that glow with my love for her.
My heart tells her what her heart already knew,
Hearts that merge into one single thought, a thought of us.
Open gates welcome back the daughter of Endrel in triumphant return,
Return that marks the beginning of the new reign, that of my Sylvan Princess.

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