A Series of Short Pieces

To The One Called Richard

Why Sir! Yes. Yes, I do see you there!

Just as the cat stretches for attention,

Your words do draw the eyes,

And angry men, not to mention.

I, but a humble and gorgeous elf,

Used to words of the most gracious kind,

Though seem to laugh, when in your company,

Albeit your words are raunchy, I find.

You're not of the fairest elves, that's a fact.

But of those toiling humans, no pointy ears,

No proper courtesy, or graceful, lithe frame,

But of those heavy guts from too many beers!

I may sway, though I will not admit,

To those, manly charms, you pose,

Your way with words, so very suggestive,

Nothing sweet or beautiful as a rose.

But your rough, worked hands,

May just tempt, may just cause to yearn,

My heart to beat an extra beat,

Alighting a flame within to burn,

So, though I would not so say,

That to a human I am swayed,

But it's true I do look your way,

My Father, our union, will forbade

The Fairest of the Elves,

Haizea Zurine Wolfe

Elven Princess of the the Clan of Wolfe