Elfsong

Elfsong.

Fading fainting falling I,
drifting deeper into dream.
Surrounded by covered faces, sly.
Fed with sweetmeats and cream.

Waking in the painted house,
my heart is beating like a drum.
No sound here, not step of mouse.
My face is aching, I am numb.

Broken shards of crystal skull,
shattered knowing, memories
have declined, becoming dull
and no chance left for me to please.

Living solely by myself,
I sacrificed all chance of wealth.
Desiring the romance of elf,
I lost my home, my car, my health.

Strength is wasted, mind is mute.
Growing is my greater fear.
With a sudden thought astute
I realise my captor is near.

"We have you now, foolish man
and take your heart and soul we will.
The one will stew within our pan,
t'other makes a bitter pill."

Lost to mortal aid was I
but left was one chance for escape.
Upon the floor a glass eye,
broken made a good skin-rape.

Bleeding I lay quite still,
vision faded without care.
Said fiend: "we'll have our fill,
our forms are subtle, light as air."

It's final parting was my end,
I died by mine own hand.
Was a joke I comprehend,
for they are of the mind-land.