Graven friend.
A sprite came dancing round the giant oak tree in the grove, where a lonely troll had made his home, with hearth and bed and stove. Through the bark and through the leaves the sprite's enchanting music flew, and the troll came out the door to hear this song so wondrous new.
At the sight of him the sprite danced close and smiled a friendly smile, one so sweet it did the troll at once surpassingly beguile. They became as close as troll and sprite could ever truly be, and they spent their days in friendship 'neath the giant oaken tree.
By the sunlight they would work and by the moonlight they would sleep, for the troll knew ancient tales that said to daylight he must keep. But the sprite, who loved the night, one day said to the troll, with love, I would dance with you tonight while there is moonlight from above.
So enraptured was the troll with his delightful spriteful friend that he nodded and agreed, and did that night begin his end. For as ancient tales foretold, a troll must never see the light, and the moonbeams turned his flesh to stone before the stricken sprite.
And though the sprite did strain and pull with all his spritely might, still he could not move his graven friend from out the shining light. And as the moonbeam shone upon the troll now made of stone, the little sprite sat all the night, bereft, bereaved, alone.
So the sprite rejoined his magic tribe and sang their magic song, and the winters and the summers and the falls each passed along. And the age of magic faded and the music passed away, but the troll now made of stone still stands a statue to this day.
At the sight of him the sprite danced close and smiled a friendly smile, one so sweet it did the troll at once surpassingly beguile. They became as close as troll and sprite could ever truly be, and they spent their days in friendship 'neath the giant oaken tree.
By the sunlight they would work and by the moonlight they would sleep, for the troll knew ancient tales that said to daylight he must keep. But the sprite, who loved the night, one day said to the troll, with love, I would dance with you tonight while there is moonlight from above.
So enraptured was the troll with his delightful spriteful friend that he nodded and agreed, and did that night begin his end. For as ancient tales foretold, a troll must never see the light, and the moonbeams turned his flesh to stone before the stricken sprite.
And though the sprite did strain and pull with all his spritely might, still he could not move his graven friend from out the shining light. And as the moonbeam shone upon the troll now made of stone, the little sprite sat all the night, bereft, bereaved, alone.
So the sprite rejoined his magic tribe and sang their magic song, and the winters and the summers and the falls each passed along. And the age of magic faded and the music passed away, but the troll now made of stone still stands a statue to this day.