ELVEN CRY

Drawn by forest's cry,
green, blue, Moon inner light.
I cry back to my home lands
they can't help free my hands.

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Quietly elves sing cries
In this night distance dies.
All this space between us all
can't break binds of a soul.

I had a dream one night. Someone has bought a big piece of land and turned it into a very nice keep of a very wild forest. It was supposed to be a tourist place, especially for all the elves (since in this modern human world they must miss life in nature and worry about its disappearing). Being an elf myself, I was very thrilled by this news and, of course, rushed there as soon as I could. It turned out to be a trap really. The high walls and the barbed wires protecting the forests from entering were also there to keep the elves from escaping. The forests were there, but those few houses in the middle of the place, that were to be home to the human guardians of this heaven, were also there to be a prison for the elves. I sat in the wooden house, looking through the window at the wonderful forest, near but still far from my reach... I cried and I sang this very song until I woke up to write it down.

But even though I am imprisoned here I can feel all the other elves and speak to them by crying, by the strong emotion, and the space between us or the chains or walls can't really separate us from each other... I escaped.