© 2005 Ree Tjeerdsma

I love the grace of elven word
And burn of dwarven ale.
The pixie wings whisper of things
Beyond my mortal pale.

The siren's song shall ever tempt
And ogre bellows shake.
The vampire's kiss you must resist,
That thirst you mustn't slake.

The magic strong of tales prolong
My human life of grey.
So I impart with all my heart
This fantasy today.

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