There always comes a time
When everyone hates you
For commiting a crime
That indeed was not true.
Whether it be of loot
Or a break from the norm,
Society's a brute
And has a reckless form.
This was the lesson learned
By a lonely otter
Whom in her heart had yearned
For love that could have been.
Ever since the great war
Between the otters and
Elves, t'was no mercy nor
A chance for peace at hand;
But this otter was smart—
A master of calm stealth.
How she longed for his heart—
A value beyond wealth.
She could blend with the trees
With her tanned-colored fur.
Her run—swift as a breeze—
Would be an aid for her
As she would dodge and duck
Every arrow and dart
Shot by fiendish elves—luck
Had seemed to play a part.
After an endless plight
Of hiding in shadows,
She found her elven knight
Waiting by the willows.
The two species embraced—
Otter and elf as one.
Her heart became fast-paced
As she felt she had won;
But the elves would find them
Whether they fleed or not.
Their love would only stem
Hatred if they were caught,
Yet their love transcended
Through life's limitations—
Not even death offended
Their covert relations.
With one final breath, she
Took his arrow with haste,
Sticking it to a tree
So the sharp edge was placed
Against her back, right
Behind her heart. She held
Her elven lover tight.
Leaning backwards, she yelled
From the sudden, painful
Rush of emotions and tears
That poured from her baneful
Mind. The lovers' own fears
Of being caught would fade
As the arrow plunged through
Her beating heart. The blade
Pushed out her chest, into
Her elven lover's heart.
The dying otter and
Her elf would never part
Ever again. His hand
Weakly clutched her webbed paw
As they stared each other
Down one last time. He saw
The eyes of his otter
Begin to shut, and so they
Shared one last kiss. As elves
Arrived, they seemed to fray
From the war that—themselves
Had raged for trivial
Wrongs blamed on the otters—
Yet did almost little
To keep the two lovers
From becoming one with
Their hearts connected.
And so goes the old myth
That love's unaffected
By life, death, or any
Obstacle brought forth, for
Once two minds are ready,
The love lasts evermore.
When everyone hates you
For commiting a crime
That indeed was not true.
Whether it be of loot
Or a break from the norm,
Society's a brute
And has a reckless form.
This was the lesson learned
By a lonely otter
Whom in her heart had yearned
For love that could have been.
Ever since the great war
Between the otters and
Elves, t'was no mercy nor
A chance for peace at hand;
But this otter was smart—
A master of calm stealth.
How she longed for his heart—
A value beyond wealth.
She could blend with the trees
With her tanned-colored fur.
Her run—swift as a breeze—
Would be an aid for her
As she would dodge and duck
Every arrow and dart
Shot by fiendish elves—luck
Had seemed to play a part.
After an endless plight
Of hiding in shadows,
She found her elven knight
Waiting by the willows.
The two species embraced—
Otter and elf as one.
Her heart became fast-paced
As she felt she had won;
But the elves would find them
Whether they fleed or not.
Their love would only stem
Hatred if they were caught,
Yet their love transcended
Through life's limitations—
Not even death offended
Their covert relations.
With one final breath, she
Took his arrow with haste,
Sticking it to a tree
So the sharp edge was placed
Against her back, right
Behind her heart. She held
Her elven lover tight.
Leaning backwards, she yelled
From the sudden, painful
Rush of emotions and tears
That poured from her baneful
Mind. The lovers' own fears
Of being caught would fade
As the arrow plunged through
Her beating heart. The blade
Pushed out her chest, into
Her elven lover's heart.
The dying otter and
Her elf would never part
Ever again. His hand
Weakly clutched her webbed paw
As they stared each other
Down one last time. He saw
The eyes of his otter
Begin to shut, and so they
Shared one last kiss. As elves
Arrived, they seemed to fray
From the war that—themselves
Had raged for trivial
Wrongs blamed on the otters—
Yet did almost little
To keep the two lovers
From becoming one with
Their hearts connected.
And so goes the old myth
That love's unaffected
By life, death, or any
Obstacle brought forth, for
Once two minds are ready,
The love lasts evermore.
I guess they saw that it was by the joker Jacob and decided it wasn't worth the read.
Crap.