The Last Elf (or something like that)
by Heather Alexander
from an Album called, "Freedom, Flight & Fantasy"
Within the hill, the hollow hill
night winds seems to moan
and empty stands the Elvin hall
and I dwelt here alone
Aline to wait, alone to watch
the weary seasons pass-
to watch all magic faid away
as fragil as spun glass-
I would not battle for myself
the toll claimed by the years,
my hearsong echoed note for note
the falling of my tears
And is there yet a child of man
Above the hollow hill
Who hears my song and heeds my words
and Harks to magic still
Is there a mortal anywhere
who longs for wonder yet?
Or have they all forgotten
thhose who never can forget?
One evening when the stars
above the hill were diamond bright
and all the woods were shadowed
by the full moon's gentle light
I took my harp and left the hall
to play where winds blow free
when out among the shadows
there approached me mortals three-
They saw me and they heard me
and came to me unafraid
by years twixed child and grown were they,
these two youths and a maid
Temptation came to luer them in
and yet I staid my hand
for mortals often pine away
when held in Elvin lands
and so I only smiled at them
and held them with my song
to give me tressured memories
when the years grew cold and long
and then in kindness took their hands
and sent them on their way,
bewitched their minds quite clean of me
and vanished with the day
All magic fades these latter days
hemmed in by iron cold,
yes even magic such as mine
whose roots are deep and old.
It were no kindness to these three
to keep them by my side
to let the slowly fade with me
for loneliness and pride-
and so, I let them go,
and only cast on them the spell
to let me look into their lives
to see them safe and well.
But not content with that lot
I thought to look ahead
and saw them slain so uselessly
by parent's strife struck dead.
It came to me to know then
that they need not die by hate,
that I might with my magic
battle to avert their fate-
that I could send them back this night
to dwell within my hall
So now against hate, iron and death
I go to pit my call
I call you now who came to me
above my hollow hill
who hears mysong and heeds my words
and harken to me still
I call by star and memory
by sword and magic bright
So come with me and bide with me
I fight for you this night.