Into the Woods

On what would be his final day,

Louis went into woods to play.

Could see no path, knew not the way,

But he decided come what may.

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Athel Loren, elves' domain,

Least that's what the minstrels claimed.

He wandered onward, started to rain,

He'd find the elves and prove his claims.

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Surely not monsters, as he was told,

Elves were nice, with hearts of gold.

Branches twisted, he did fold,

While his endeavour, did he uphold.

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So imagine his greatest fear,

As suddenly, so crystal clear,

An ungor, beastman, coming near,

The monster snarled and roared and leered.

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He fell back, and as a child,

Could only give resistance mild.

Oh, for his friends to reconcile,

And family he'd once reviled.

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The creature charged, but then it fell,

An arrow struck it, hitting well.

It fell down, and blood did swell,

And his saviours, he could tell,

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Were elves, the creatures he had sought,

His leaving home was not for naught.

But their bows still drawn, why he thought?

Before they shot him, as if it sport.

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So take heed peoples, the elves do claim,

Lives of those in their domain.

You will know fear and feel pain,

So from Athel Loren, do refrain.