Vamp of R'bondale

The frolic of embers had come to a close
All of R’bondale’s good elves lay sleeping
when subtle and quiet as a pine needle grows
there came smoothly a melody creeping
The song traversed o’er as the women breathed steady
for disturbance was not to be theirs
But the men, oh the men heard it chanting and heady
as it freed them of caution and cares
Each one rose from his cot, stealing softly away
seduced by a lullaby lure
Bewildered and wakened by coming of day
scattered ‘cross hillside and moor
They came as a group to discuss the event
for it gave them great cause for alarm
Not one could remember the hours he had spent
pursuing the sweet-sounding charm
Then into their midst burst a woman in tears
whose husband had gone with the night
And absent upon the return of his peers
had been swallowed up into twilight
A valiant and prolonged search was performed
though the elves spent the effort in vain
Yet a strange but nostalgic sentiment warmed
as they walked o’er familiar terrain
They stopped as they heard a murmuring tune
In silence they looked at each other
A no longer seductive, but satisfied croon
made them ponder the fate of their brother.