Okay, this time I directly quoted from the poem once. Try to find it.

"Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt."
"Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!"

[English:

"I love you, your beautiful form entices me;
And if you're not willing, I shall use force."
"My father, my father, he's grabbing me now!
The Erlking has wounded me!"]


Before me stood the elf, wearing a crown and a cloak. He stood tall and graceful but his eyes were full of hatred and scorn.

"Ken," he said, making my name sound like a beautiful sin. "I have given you chances, yet you have rejected each of them."

I backed away a little. This dream was getting too real for comfort. The problem was, it was getting too un-real at the same time.

"I love you, Ken."

I froze in horror. What did he just say?

"Your beautiful form entices me."

As he spoke, all my clothes thinned to nothing, until I was naked, frozen into place before this Elfin King.

"You are not willing to come with me," he said, and his mouth cracked into a smirk. "And now, I shall use force."

He reached out to my chest, and sunk his hand through my skin and flesh. His cold fingers closed on my heart like a prison made of solid nitrogen, and crushed it.

I wanted to cry out, but I had no breath. Instead, I found myself falling backwards, into a realm of darkness where death was awaiting with its jaws wide open.

I saw a vague vision of my father, driving faster, past the speed limit, rushing me to the hospital. I saw myself on the car, fighting the air like I was possessed and wailing in a lifeless voice, "Dad…he's grabbing me…he's hurt me now!"

"No!" I screamed soundlessly, "No…"

I died in my dream under the hands of the Elfin King.


I couldn't just spoil it in the beginning:

Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Müh' und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

[English:
The father shudders; he rides swiftly,
He holds in his arms the moaning child.
Barely he arrives at the yard in urgency;
In his arms, the child was dead.]

Author's Note: Ah, what a nice, lovely ending. Not really. I'm no sadist, but I sorta liked the ending more than any other chapter. Reviews? :D