Standing near the bank of a stream
Is a creature that stepped out of a dream
She watches the water never moving
A few fairies dart past behind her, they know what she's doing
A few moments pass and some gnomes walk in front of her
Mere seconds later all that is left is a few bones and a hat of fur
The strange Elf in a corsetted dress of black and blood red
Walks off to find something to kill in her wake is a feeling of dread
She finds a circle of dancing fairies, elves, and gnomes dressed in white
She smiles and changes to match and joins in the fun, none are ready to fight
Dancing with a handsome elf boy, she blends right in
He leans in to kiss her, she stabs a poison into his skin
He falls dead in her arms, the others didn't notice
She silently summons a barrier, noone can escape her evil fortress
She lures her Elven brothers and sisters to the fire side
She goes around and kills them, youngest to oldest, without breaking stride
The fairies are next, wings torn of silently
Despite their nearly impossible capture, she works diligently
Stepping on each one she turns to the gnomes
They're huddled on the edge of her barrier, still as stones
She beckons to them with a finger, smiling sweetly
The gnomes come helpless to her voice spoken so gently
She lures them to the heart of the fire where they stay to burn
She sends them in one at a time, savoring each scream in turn
The fire dies as she looks at the mess she made
Blood stains the grass, she hears people comming she runs and hides in the shade
Two men come and survey the damage of her deed
She disappears, she has satisfied her bloddy need
~Authors Note~
Ok I believe I told some of you about my friend who is my little demonic Elf. She inspired the Elf series that I'm working on, and I'm not publishing anymore about her till I get some ideas for better ones. Sorry for the wait and keep on commenting I adore every one. Except for the ones that criticise me instead of my work.... I delete those.
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