In the individuals of the race,
An exaggerated sense of propriety
Left them bland and overdone.
The land too was colourless...
Vast flat reaches of dry grass
Overshadowed by a dull grey sky.
It would take an Elfin queene
Slipping across the Faery border
To pierce the gloom with light.
©2018 Michael Fraley
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