Maid of the Mist

Lelawala, an elfin child,
To Mother Nature born:
In her heart sing Thunder Gods,
Her eyes are streaks of dawn.

Lelawala, a village maid,
A lovely bride to win:
For swain the Chief picks old Brave Heart,
Alas! It is her ruin.

Lelawala ran afar
While village children called:
Beyond the gates, into unknowns,
So distant now her walls.

Lelawala, she heard strange sounds,
From woods to her they cried:
Headlong she went o'er swirling tides-
As Maid of Mist survived.

Today she stands beneath her Falls,
Her arms for e'er upraised;
She calls, she calls to dreaming souls,
To live their dreams, unfazed.