"He stared out of the window, thinking of that Angel that had died in his arms, in the arms of the girl who was trying to help him out of his grief. For years, he had known she would die. But she should have come back, just like the other one. Why was she not there?"
She was born princess of a wonderful place
He was born feeling, in the world, he had not place
She was loved by her mother and hated by her father
He had parents that loved him like any other
Her mother died when she was nine
His parents made sure his life was fine
When she was fourteen, she ran away
So did he, when he was fifteen, to lead his own way
They met by chance and traveled together
They promised to be with each other forever
But he knew that their love was impossible
He figured out what was unnoticeable
As came the day when she left this land
And his sorrow was forever grand
Alone in his room, he wanted to die
So together they would unite and lie
Another woman taught him to live
So finally, his life, he did not give
For the last time, he saw her once more
And he realized she found him a bore
She came to him, presenting him her child
His heart was in pain, though his reaction mild
He then realized he loved another
The one who taught him to live and no other
But she loved another man, which made him sad
On top of a cliff he stood, having lost everything he had
But then he, alone, realized one thing
With neither he was suppose to be living
He then met his real soul mate
They loved each other from that date
He was not to repeat the same mistake
He made sure, like the first, she was not a fake
From then on, they loved each other
And she regretted leaving him to her
From the skies she watched her first love
And wished she had never came above
From then on, her soul was always miserable
But to die again, it was impossible
For the rest of her days, she felt alone
That was her fault as she left him on his own…
This is a poem I composed for my novel, about a love story of this Elf.
In the story, he himself writes the poem for
the love of his life.
The last seven lines are his invention, which means they are not part
of the story, for the girl is very happy with the man she had her child with. But the rest is true. He has loved two girls before seeing the one that was destined for him.
