At the break of dawn

As an old soul

in a young body

I seldom find myself

turning to others

for company.

I walk alone

among the moss

in forests long forgotten.

As the the meak

morning light

shine upon rustling leaves,

I listen to

the elven tirads

still ringing in my ears.

I turn towards

the Northern light-

at last

my time has come.

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