Silver silence flows through the dawn
Coiling around king’s midnight charm
Eyes full of starlight
Pure light of gems innocent white
Sad smile drew bright lips with fire moon
He enters golden halls
They all fall in a bow
Slowly walking across the woodland realm
He, a mysterious dream
Ancient grace of elven kin
Sweet flute of wind belongs to the forest
Paths dwelling with gold of autumn minor
Before pale-blue eyes looking beyond
Dream kissed by frozen innocence
Dreamland of him still towers the sky
Coiling around with silver fog
His presence lingers all over this forest bound
Harps of midnight play an elven lullaby
As the dawn falls into flowing wine
Of his joy and sorrow tearing the heart
Before the sundown reveals the true life
Moonlit dance upon the stars
Where we shared all the nights
Before the last day of freedom unbound
A dream veiled with red and silver
Elvenking of Mirkwood realm
Storyteller of my midnight fall
Enchanted heart of me
Forever belongs to the dream yet unseen
Cascading upon me with silver of dawn
Linlin's Poetry 