Keeper of the Sword
A tall, lovely elf,
pale skin shining bright,
radiated peace
on that clear summer night.
Her copper-red hair
fell in waves down her back.
The moon danced on her silver cloak,
banishing all thought of deepest night black.
Her veil, shining copper,
Her sword's hilt, subtle gold.
Eyes glowing amber,
Signs of tales untold.
She knew of my quest,
I had thought that she would.
She gave me the strange-looking sword,
then vanished from whence she had stood.
Ghost, cleric, or mage,
I have yet to tell.
All that I know
is she wished me well.