Rural Iceland

Rural Iceland, isolated most of the year, is home ot the Elf Queen.

Elf Queen's Sorry

I weep for the land

And its sheltering trees

For the passing of Magic

Replaced by industry

I weep for those who love

the creation but not the Creator

For those who pray to false gods

and goddesses and Pan-like satyrs

I weep for those who die

For healers killing little ones

The deaths of innocent children

who pay the price for Mother's fun

I weep for our future

So dark and bleak

Now that Compassion is gone

and it is our Desires we seek

The light is gone,

and so must we

travel onward to

our sad destiny.

I mourn for the world

The fall of the Elves

A world without Love