Aubrey, my fair beautiful Aubrey
Ruler of Elves is her name
Fairest of fey
Pure spirit of play
Eyes as spring meadows
Lips as honey soaked flowers
Voice so tender and sweet
My reason for living
Why my ways are so deep
The light to my life
So I do not become only strife
A dance that’s so free
I do not deserve her touch so tenderly
A song in the morning
With voice that is soaring
Cup warm and of steam
Life would be nothing
If not her I could gleam
I am what I am
She accepts and understands
The monster within
Is contained at her whim
Hers is the spirit of fey
The only justification to My Way
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