The trees of the Wayless Wood seem to grow up to the sky.
The Fire Elves swarm around the Fire-Dancer,
he succeeds in getting their precious honey;
just like last time.
He will go to the castle and perform;
his daughter watches him with delight,
just like she does every time.
Ten long years gone,
wasted in an unfamiliar world.
Back to his own world and gone again;
the White Women welcome him to them,
delighted yet scared by the fire and the Fire-Dancer.
A voice calls to him,
calling him home; always talking with that silver tongue.
(A/N): Let me know if it's any good!