Once upon a time there was an elf
who was immortal, the last of his kind.
He lived through millennia, a lonely
and pointless eternity, and very little happened.
One day he slipped in the bathroom
and found he could not move his body.
He was so alone that no one found him. For centuries
he lay on the tiles, and stared at the ceiling breathing damp
and blinking dust. Eventually the building rotted away
so he watched forever the daily change of clouds
and the shifting constellations in space.