Elf (II)

She’ll dive and weave,

But not in fright,

Of trouble near,

With her in the fight.


Her friends, they leave,

When temper brews,

Often it’s there,

As she enters blues.


Quick-witted fights,

Are what she does,

But healing light,

Is something she loves.


Alone she stands,

Alone she’s lived,

Past is haunted,

Future is twisted.


But when alone,

(As often is),

Girl is lonely,

She misses freedom.


No age defined,

By life or look,

But you beware,

She can be mistook.


The End

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