poem: Elves in the Forests

They sing,
about the stars and the sky,
but once,
long ago, they fried in the heat,
of desert sands,
crawling out of the sandy depths,
of the heated grains,
of sand,
of sand !

They fought the orcs,
for the quiet woods,
with its watered soil,
and won.

But the orcs remember,
when they had the woods alone,
and no elves were there,
to contend with them,
no singing,
no happiness,
no elves,
in the quiet places,
deep in the woods !