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He stands in his castle alone,
An elf, it's plain to see.
His long ears pricked up to listen,
The sounds of pain are heard below.
And with them he cracks a smile.
He gathers his weapons by moonlight.
His scythe, deliverer of death and destruction.
And a longsword, gleaming and beautiful in the moon's light.
He pulls on a long black cloak.
Blending him with the darkness.
His long blue hair and pale violet eyes
His only reminder of home.
Home to him a dream.
A terrible loss from his life.
Everything dear to him gone, making him cold inside.
-Jennifer Laughlin copyright 2001
An elf, it's plain to see.
His long ears pricked up to listen,
The sounds of pain are heard below.
And with them he cracks a smile.
He gathers his weapons by moonlight.
His scythe, deliverer of death and destruction.
And a longsword, gleaming and beautiful in the moon's light.
He pulls on a long black cloak.
Blending him with the darkness.
His long blue hair and pale violet eyes
His only reminder of home.
Home to him a dream.
A terrible loss from his life.
Everything dear to him gone, making him cold inside.
-Jennifer Laughlin copyright 2001
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Although ShadowXM1 beat me to the punchline, I was actually thinking the same thing as well. This sounds like Jhan.