Ode to Elvenar (From a battle weary Elf) I slept last night upon a bed of leaves and vines that furled, and wound until they'd made a wall to shield me from this world. As intricate as winding dreams, they wrapped me close to keep the nightmares from invading as I lay me down to sleep. And in that wall, a door appeared of bark and acorn shell that opened onto sunlit fields replete with asphodel, that wavered in the breeze as ghostly figures passed anon, sweet smiling in their passing into shadows and were gone. And dark'ning skies exploded into sparkling stars abright with diamond haloes hov'ring o'er angels wings in flight. And peace became a blanket floating gently from the skies, enveloping humanity and opening my eyes... from where I lay upon a bed of leaves and vines that furled... and wound until they'd made a wall to shield me from this world.