• ...And then he heard a sweeter song
    And left the others standing there.
    He heard her sing and sang along
    And followed long, and listened.
    He ran to find the singer fair,
    She fled, but it was not for long
    before he found her sitting there,
    her silver hair aglisten.

    He found her clothed in black and gold
    and in a glade she stood so still
    her sterling hair like moonlight shone
    and saw him, loathe to stay.
    She fled to stand on empty hill
    and sing the elven songs of old,
    But Greenleaf followed, listened still;
    He'd not be led astray...