Once upon a twilit shore
there sat young elven Gilbator
with gleaming helm and golden sword
he'd silence thee without a word.
He'd point to eastern setting sun
and elven maiden, beloved one.
And then you'd ask him with you thought
and his response would be distraught
"Watch and wait now. Then you will see
my dear, beloved, sweet lady.
With hair so fair and skin so white
within her eyes there was a light.
Beauty seen not on earth before
like legends told in days of yore.
But now I fear she shall not come
To evil sickness she succumbed.
Whilst darkness grows now in the East
They make her banquet, final feast.
It comes by boat and lies on plate.
They bring her to her resting place.
Robed in black, she's cold as stone
they bring her to her final home.
Her raiment dark, her skin so pale
it seems the end of this sad tale.
So 'tis my job to sit and wait
and to descry my fair wife's fate."
And so he wept in dark alone
he sat on shore as still as stone.
And there he stands unto this day