Silver Wings

With my silver wings
I'm flying through the sky;
my old, old heart sings
in the spheres higher and high.
Tyrsatar you may name me,
I'm born in Lyandor;
all elves should be free,
and to protect them I swore.
Ythula Weyr is my home
to find help and sleep,
in this gigantic dome,
in this mountain deep.
Elvenqueen's realm I'm often in,
having adventures countless,
carrying the pretty queen
to possible dangers I guess.
Sometimes, when she has time,
she writes an exciting story;
mostly it's not in rhyme,
but listen to her glory.

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