She who stalks the silent night,
wanderer of the kingdom lost,
Such a plain yet elusive sight,
hardships on her brow embossed,
One abandoned, convicted for undone crime,
Redemption far and unseen,
Perhaps it will come, come in time,
Yet she roams still over the green,
Wolf-eyed gaze, glaring from the dark,
once an innocent young maiden,
Now changed so stark,
no longer innocent, the Wolf-eyed Maiden
With Elven sword and Elven tongue,
Friend of the Firstborn,
The maiden young,
Seeks her path in Endor, so sworn
Reality slips,
But she is no longer the same,
Wild, changed, so loosens the grip
Wolf-eyed Maiden, no longer tame,
Pursued by a fool,
Companion of a black trader,
Mind fragile, fate cruel,
noble, Wolf-eyed nader,
Will the Elven-folk save her, as she believes?
Or will she fall insane under the Eaves,
Of the lost, ancient realm,
Consumed by madness, in such overwhelm
