Doomed

The winds of Time cannot be stopped
From turning Fates wheel unto-
Their inevitable meeting amidst the birch

With high hopes he sang of elven fair,
Yet within a dream it seemed he’d strayed.
From growing twilight she did emerge;
Piercing his heart like a flame.

Lineage unknowing, their hearts became one
Beneath the twilight that Midsummer’s night
When all had been said, a new burden was laid,
Upon these hearts this Summer’s day.

                                                     - Arien Elensar

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