Taltos

Older than time, older than God
Sprung from a glen in Donneleith
Little people standing 'round
Bow to a creature of willowy grace
Limbs too long and skin too soft
Child-like eyes in a face too innocent
Cruel they are not, but can seduce you into death
They are the flesh that is not human
Born from their mothers fully grown
They leave their scent where 'ere they go
Forever an angel in a devil's world