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Morning Star, Evening Star

Peter Kenny 

In an age long, long ago,
Wandering through an Elven wood,   
A lone warrior did espy
A maiden beautiful to behold. 

As dark as the shadows was her hair,
And bright starlight shone in her eyes;
Her dress was as blue as the sky,
Golden flowers were on her cloak.

An Elven Princess was this maiden,
The” Morning Star”  of her people.  
Hopelessly in love he did fall,
This mortal man her heart did win.

But her father, the Elven Lord,
On their new found love he did frown.
To be betrothed to his daughter,
This mortal man seemed not worthy,

With his people scattered and few,
And his heritage dispossessed. 

A high price was set by the Lord
To win his only daughter’s love.
He set a task to undertake
That seemed difficult to achieve.

With faith, wisdom and steadfast love,
The Princess gave her lover strength. 
Against the Dark Lord,
He would succeed,

Against the darkness,
The tide would turn. 
The Princess chose a mortal life,
To remain with the one she loved.

After enduring many trials,
In peace they lived for many years. 
In this Age, not long ago,
Wandering through an Elven wood,

A lone warrior did espy,
A maiden beautiful to behold. 
As dark as the shadows was her hair
And Elven light shone in her eyes.

Silver and blue was her cloak
And gems like stars were on her brow.
An Elven Princess was this maiden,
The “Evening Star”  of her people. 

Hopelessly in love he did fall,
This mortal man her heart did win. 

Fortinbras Proudfoot

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