The Elven Lover

By Night she sat in wait without a whole
His heart beneath the soil in part with bliss
Her heart agape with ache, it took a tole
The timeless age she lived, dismissed, amiss


Her birth and mores borne an innate hate
But her a man fought freedom 'gainst his own
Kin. Pale and magic flows, they grew irate
She returned the fight for him. Threats, Disown.


All for not the man he left beneath her
Her, left above. Lost as one ever were.