Elven Halls

• Joshua Paddon
• Poetry
• 2007

There is a great wood
Which houses great elves
And there in their peace
They always shall dwell
But one really must ask
What is it they do?
If they are so peaceful
Is it all that they knew?
And so it was decided
By the great gods
That they must be defeated
By unusual odds
And so it began
And so it will end
For the elves we once knew
Are no longer our friends