Deep in wood of Great Skögr

A faint rustling dost I hear

As a lay of love recalleth I,

The tale of Ergon and Thallasai

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Ergon was of human race,

Keen in eye, fair in face

Thallasai born of elf folk fair,

Eyes of blue, long gold hair.

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In clearing this meteth they.

What more do I have to say?

Upon a log sat peasant Ergon,

As sangeth he a soft love song.

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In this song was answered he,

With a low and beautiful melody.

Come forth from shadow was Thallasai,

As endeth song gave she a sigh.

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Long she looked him in the eye,

“What be thy name?” asketh Thallasai.

So quoth Ergon, “We’er you seek name given or my name true,

Both here and now I gift unto you.”

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“Ergon wast my given name,

with it I planned to win much fame.

But as for my name be true,

Agapoe se. I love you.”

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Met they again in secret there,

For liveth they in constant fear

Of Thallasai’s father, elf high king.

So in quiet didst lovers sing

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Love of heart grew so strong,

That they could not be part for long.

One day was followed Thallasai,

A lone elven guard, by.

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Told was he through guard Uios,

The elven-king Kurios.

So went they to Ergon

When he was sitting all alone.

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Uios in a fierce black rage,

Act as if a beast from cage.

With single stroke he killed Ergon,

Now Thallasai was all alone.

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Of her lover’s death hearing

Had on her soul a fatal bearing.

Took she sword of elven guard

And with it pierced her broken heart.