The elven wizard of Seven Islands (lost james)
summoned me to come as the third whistle coal train
passed this past new moon, to conference upon names
written in digital void by my fingers' brain.
It seems I assumed falsely elven people lacked
access to our interred nets of progressive doom;
but apparently elven tribes are techno-backed
by Scandinavian non-prophets, thus deep boom
of elven wizard leader's voice chastised my acts:
"How dare you of most humane origins reveal
our existence? Folk pseudo-scientific facts
enable us to survive through denial. Real
life - as you humans know it - lacks our kind at all!"
Thus, I *know* *no* people standing just two feet tall.
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