Talk:Keefe and Sophie/@comment-35282260-20180418001641

Poem:

While the war is raging, out of sight,

Inside, it renews a new bright light.

That light is made of something stronger

To end the war that cannot stay longer.

You must find a group of of eight

A group of elves we must not hate,

And they will venture, into the war,

And find the problem, break it’s core.

The first elf is a blond-haired girl,

With features as shiny as a brand-new pearl

And powers that hold impossible power

That will make the Neverseen want to cower

The second elf, a very funny boy

He has disheveled hair, a great decoy

A very outstanding one, handsome indeed,

To follow his mother, he’s willing to bleed.

The third one, a dark haired elf

Will seek out the problem, endanger himself.

His last name is very well-known,

He trusts, he loves, it’s all together sown.

The fourth elf, a decorated beauty

Has an inner flame, a designated duty,

She looks on the outside, very weak

But inside, she knows, she’ll get what she seeks.

The fifth one, strong in the heart,

Will make you not want to part

His knowledge for gadgets is really vast

You’ll know it’s him, when you find him at last.

The sixth elf, a master with water,

Doesn’t know she’s capable, of accidental slaughter

She has silver-colored tips of her hair

And tries to treat things with extreme care.

The seventh elf, a stalking shade,

Doesn’t know the reason why he’s made

The son of Quan, the twin of Linh,

Will have to prepare for the greatest sin.

The last elf, a tiny girl,

One that can make the fire unfurl

When in very desperate trouble, 

She can make the teamwork double.

All eight elves, coming to rescue

Us from the war, a terrible issue

They will rise from the brightest night.

Rise from the dark, Rise to the light.

They are coming….