Could it be? Will it come to pass?
Is the gloaming of the trees verily here at last?
What of all that they protect?
What of those they hinder?
Is it due to their neglect
or to the storms that linger?
After his fall?
After it all?
After the hounds of death come to call?
After strife has taken the life from the ones who fear her most?
Who can save a bleeding heart
when none dare come too near her?

After eleven have been plucked
from the darker death they sing of?
After what has come so near,
still has so far to go,
After what the wise ones fear,
and can’t find the words to speak of,
After time has passed beyond
the prophet and the seer?
Who shall come to bind the one,
into its soul to bring her?

Not a child,
A youngling though regardless of her might,
A star upon a virgin skin,
a mark that’s found its light.
Must she rise before the storm?
Will she stand or cower?
Who can know what is to come?
Who will claim the power?
To accept or decry,
to proclaim or renounce,
to remain or to leave,
to withdraw or to pounce,
The weight of choice is so heavy upon her,
how will she find her way?
Will this be our final hour
or the dawn of a brand new day?

GemQuest, Book IV, Revenge of the Elves