The Girl Who Danced With The Elves I Dance with the elves, said the girl all frail, I Dance with the elves, said the girl all pale. Her stony eyes glared into the deep, and inside her was a tiny little girls weep. The bird on a branch cried out silently, while the branches on trees swung violently. The girls flaming red hair untied from her braids, flowing with the wind, then on her shoulder it lay. Her world was opaque, her soul was weak and was about to break. Chaos around her, noises drowned her. I dance with the elves she said choking, for a better world she was hoping. Then all went mute, everything stopped, the girl lay still on the ground with no dispute. No finger was moved, like her hair, everything red, the little girl was woefully dead. That my friends, is the tale of the young girl who danced with the elves, do not do the same fore it will not end well. -By Karolina Jensen