"A Quiver for Falling Elfs"

I stretch my caffeinated shivers to convey a message where words fall short.
It is upon you and shivery of the daunting stylistic love 
that floats like bay fog, gently exposing your cover
I know not how a legend can reappear 
like pink moons and crystal castles
So I string together a bundle of intention
 to let my grace fall into your story ridden hands
In hopes that you will scan my mystic
 with the dark sword that braces your side.

A poem for a dark prince named Johnny