All alone within the night,
A child sits with awful fright,
Within the forests grim and deep,
That forbade the endless sleep.

He wanders throught the paths of old,
To fight agains the piercing cold,
Frantically he tries to strike,
The willow wood for warming light.

Mean-the-while an archer sees,
The wandering boy beneath the trees,
So he rushes to his elven-king,
To tell him of this strange new thing.

And the elven-king on high,
Takes heed and with a heavy sigh,
He sends the archer to the child,
To rescue him from the wild.

The human-child had not seen,
The elven race or their king,
But a liking he did take to them,
Thankful he could sleep again.

So if you travel to this day,
Through the forest on your way,
You just may see the lost human,
Who hails his elven king and kin.
 
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