Tale of Two Maidens

I wrote this peom years ago when I lived and breathed Middle-Earthen air and almost literaly believed I was an elf.

Once there were two lovely maidens,
One's hair was light, the other darkened,
Every night they danced and sang,          
A few could hear them when they harkened.

Tall and fair, her name was Ilsa
Through the trees her laughter rang
When moon and stars were shining bright
Every night she danced and sang.

With fairer skin and darker hair,
Gianna played upon her pipe
With Ilsa far she roamed and wide
Always by moon and fair starlight.

Strain not your ears for their fair music
Long ago they went away
For they were led by faery elves,
And no one else can go that way.

Into a different world, they followed,
Where it lies though, none can say
For days their song and music echoed,
Now it has long died away.

Where they live is now named Dethen
Few have been there and returned.
Gianna, Ilsa, they had done so,
But now they these worlds have spurned.

Some say thew dwell among the woodlands,
Others claim in mountains high.
Where the truth lies none can tell you
But for Gianna, Ilsa and I.

Their home is near the ocean shore,
But in the woods they dance afar
They bring music to all dwellers
And often dance beneath the stars.

This tale I tell you, listen well
Forget not your childish dreams.
Elves and faeries only exist
While you believe in magic things.

Those young maidens really danced here
Though now gone, they truly live.
If not here, then still in Dethen
And they have a gift to give

To anyone who will believe,
They give a gift of greatest worth,
That of the imagination
which brings one laughter, joy and mirth.