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In the forests of Thufneef
Sacred to the dwarves and elves
Is written this story on a big dry leaf
standing out from the others in the shelves

It is of a beautiful child called Hope
she was young cheerful and kind
but cursed to always stumble and grope
for the Gods had left her blind

She was a poor little fellow
and her girly voice was sweet and mellow
even after being in a terrible condition
the best singer in her tribe (Hope), gained recognition

It was predicted that at the age of nine
In the southern sky a bright star would shine
She would then have on that particular night
A gift bestowed upon her of wisdom and sight

On the eve of the day Hope turned nine,
Misfortune befell before she could be fine.
She chanced upon a crone on her way home that day,
And Hope laughed at the ugly face of the fey.

poor little feet, walking on the ground,
tired of walking, she sits on a mound,
when she hears, the snarl of a hound,
the scary little girl, runs for a hand,

Young Abel runs to her help
Off runs the hound with a yelp
He doesn't let go of her hand
Release from this security she doesn't demand