"Poem" by Amanda Rosberg Olsson

Everything is quiet, none say a thing
as her tears splash against the wooden roots.
Everybody's looking but no one sees
the sorrow about her figure.

The fair of elven race, the smile is always ready.
Face is turned away, eyes masked by untrue jest.
Nobody cares about tears cried in somber silence.
Why must she be so alone?

Caught in lonely agony,
her mind to dark to notice.
The world around her change
to ease her tortured spirit.

She will not see how the trees
stretch down to caress her lovely face.
The grass is always greener wherever she lies down
and flowers sprout where she touches.

The rain drops fall only to
take her tears away.
Why must she walk in silence, when
speaking would make her loved?

Following in her steps, they only escort her,
unseen creatures tries with all their might
to lift the veil of apathy.
Around her flutters every kind of fey.

What makes them love her so, and truly to no avail,
must ever stay unknown, no reason to give way.
The game they play is most unfair, the girl is to far gone,
to ever hear, or join in their joyful song.