A fairy song

I am sure, that all of you are fond of stories,
Which tell you about magical love
My story will tell you about this, sorry
If you find it failed, but please don't laugh.

This story begins in one fairy forest,
Which was bordered on big rivers and lifts,
A beautiful elven-maid lived in this tallest
And hopelessly glooming wood among mists.

Her goodlook was eternal, like the sky
But nobody saw her without hood-
By nature she was carefree and shy
She shrank from men, who passed the fairy wood.

Her life immortal was, but you should know,
She was incapable to loose her heart,
Because it was, like wintry snow, cold
And love'd had melted it  in every part.

One day the maiden met her shunless fate-
Bran, who was brave enough and dared
To follow trail, which led him to the glade,
Where elven-maid was dancing in the glare.

Bran was a mortal, bound to succeed,
Whom men called lions-heart because of his
Well-known, legendary deeds
So he was not acquainted with all fears.

He called her softly - their glances met
And fairy night hid them by fairy cover
And maiden's heart was thawed by set
And pure kiss. My tale is almost over.

The maiden turned to mist or may be cloud
The sun dissolved it and it turned to rain
And Brans' efforts to call her very loud
Were meaningless, they were in vain.

But fortunately it's a fairy-tale
Where magic is unlimited, I mean
That I don't want this story'll have the same
And usually tragic end of scene.

I'm not responsible for what was after that
You can think up your own continuation
It's a remarkable, important, serious fact-
I'm tired to create this rhymed relation.