Elfin grove

[Leanne Martin]

Liliana's village is only fire and blood,
  All what remains - ashes and embers.
  Frightened, she flees into the woods
  To their native clan right place soon.
  A queen, she seemed to be the man,
  Before moving to the elfin grove.
  Her home since ancient times
  Before a man she shared the bed.
 
 The trees wave in the seemingly weighed as
  The new moon in the elfin grove,
  Surrounded by wrought entwine like silver,
  If the source of sacred untouched.
 
 Again and again, dreaming of that place Liliana,
  Desperately wished she were already there.
  As a human child but can not see him,
  Not understand the words of the cold wind.
  The banned herbs in their hand
  Forcing them to leave the country
  The surviving states are all but dead,
  Thus, the herb does not in her.
 
 Runes glow in the sacrificial stone,
  Ice flowers decorate the fairy grove.
  As the mirror shard cracks in the ice,
  No one knows the oracle in the winter.
 
 The pain they feel, they'd have almost suffocated.
  But she sees the world, which is slowly removed.
  Fog clouds time of the escape difficult
  In that world, a new spring begins.
  Amazed, she knows that she is still alive,
  Feels as if she'd long missed.
  The songs they hear in de branches,
  The security that they feel suddenly.
 
 Snowpuppies tears in the sunshine,
  Harp playing sounds from the elfin grove,
  Incantatory formulas in the elf choir.
  Since the water comes out of the girl:
 
 Through fire and water and icy night
  Have you put up and,
  Daughter, painfully long after your
  perform without the sacred ritual.
  To us you are now in eternity belongest,
  Since you have freed yourself from the people.
  Can only love us and understand it yet.
  Rose and her endure her go under.
 
 The trees wave in the seemingly weighed as
  The new moon in the elfin grove,
  Surrounded by wrought entwine like silver,
  If the source of sacred untouched.