Wisdom held, intelligence high, Elves look inward, others pass by. Isolation shields the few, Half-blood Elves are never true. claimed perfection, claimed perfection Magic burns where festivals fade, Silent halls where pride is made. Separate ways, beliefs may part, Yet each proclaims Elves stand apart. claimed perfection, claimed perfection Governments differ, sects divide, Yet all still claim the Elven pride. Festivals echo, but none will see, Elves alone claim supremacy. For Elves, festivals affirm superiority, gatherings are proof of their own claimed perfection.
