I know an elf.
Not a haughty Tolkein elf,
Elegant and aloof, seeking wisdom
In a long forgotten realm.
No. This is a different sort of elf,
White-bearded and of sufficient bulk
To settle firmly on this earth.
A puckish sprite
Wiping tears of giddy laughter
While exulting in his games.
A shoemaker's elf,
Crafty in the ways of men,
Magicking remnants into gold
For gift and not for gain.
A woodland Pan,
Piping a tune in the face of fury,
Who's weathered elemental cruelty
But chooses love instead.
I know an elf.
And of that I am very glad.
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