Felix Valentune : The WolfSong

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*As the song begins, the melody rises and falls much in contrast to his voice, creating varying octaves of harmony as he plays The tune is a melodic and harmonious one.*

The rain falls soft and silver to,
A landscape silk and flowered,
Legless from the scene and dew,
And I sit by the shore a'glowered,
The slender trees outstretch,
To the moons that shine and glow,
Would to sing but my lips do dredge,
Deep within for words that fail to show,
My eyes affixed; caught by the veiw,
The winds and earth caress me soft,
Never my heart more caught true.
As the wind takes it in it's waft,
Yet aloof something here doth prowl,
And strangely my bow not distrained,
And my hidden hawk it does not growl,
And as well with shadows it does remain,
A curious thing perhaps the song,
Might coax it from it's stay,
I summon a melody, and play along,
My watcher I hope does my song weigh,
My fingers slide amongst the strings,
The tune is one most distinct,
As if this song the moving quill,
My voice becomes the ink,
And I know not from whence it comes,
The tune pours forth, a dance unique,
My hands play on, and I struck dumb,
Yet I can do no more than sing to speak:

"Come to me within the glade,
And see that there is no harm,
For my sog does beckon such beauty,
To come safe within my arms,
And with this song, and heart I bade,
My notes are drawn for you,
The song longs for your ear,
Perchance you'd sit and listen,
The shroud in which you hide; remove,
And take this song for heart to hear,"

*The melody takes a more bouncing tune, inbetween notes he drums softly upon the body of the instrument, mimicing a heartbeat*

Lo did I play and wait,
Response I did entreat,
For some vision of this hidden beauty,
A name might to hear to state,
Or sight for mine eyes to meet,
And at length emerged from the wood,
My eyes a'near struck down,
For a beauty stood admist the flowers,
And seemed my song not misunderstood,
Wore the forest as her flowing gown,
Her hair as silvery as the moon through the rain,
Her lips a' full, daunting yet calling,
Her eyes were deep, lost in them I fathom,
If I will ere' escape them again,
Her face delicately sculpted amidst the rain afalling,
Her skin was fair as the farmers milk,
Her frame chisled by the sculpters tools,
Her hips were beveled and art made life,
Her skin looked softer than the finest silks,
Her breasts were the kind to make men fools,
Where she walked the forest would part,
Where she'd look the scenery shy,
Such beauty afore', I'd never seen,
One for the heavens weep tears of stars,
One for hearts give strength to fly,
And as she came close, across the brook,
The forest wept, fore her pass,
My stare an amorous look,
And my song went hushed quite fast,
Chance led my stare to the brook,
Where I heard a splash,
And saw a wolf there where'd look,
In the place of the woman's did clash,
For thus was the beast that eyed me far,
Within the elven grove,
Drawn out with song, I called out a wolf,
Despite this fact the beauty didn't marr,
And heart still ran within my chest,
She gave a graze of lips to cheek,
And to my spot was chained,
A simple kiss, and nothing more,
Yet such was hers, it left me weak,
Were she a foe I would be slain,
And took her leave from the floor,
And into the forest went once more,
Left me with this song,
Unfinished by the shore,
So I writ and prosed,
And sung and played,
Returning to the glade,
In hopes that mayhap my song might draw,
The woman again this day,

*As the song concludes, the elven words become more and more drawn out and hushed as if a wolf's howl*