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Third path
Eerie was the sound of eve,
as sinister grew the shadows and fay grew the Twilight,
and myriad of chattering tinklings overlorded the air.
Lepriconian starlights flew
above the bluish-sad marshes,
as lightning stroke the heather moors,
sleeping soundly in the lily gaze,
an outlandish shade of forget-me-nots.
The fields stood opened,
consuming the odour of subtle,elfin breath,
fragrant boundaries of enchanted worlds,
opened their gates widely to me.
Behold,celestial forests,
the mead of poetry is mine,
all Gods delivered the spellbound song,
and weaved it into the strings of my harp.
I rejoiced at the feast of Elfland's queen,
at the end of the Third path,
in the marbled halls of Faerie,
I cried the tears of oblivion.
It all fell forlorn,
forever blinded my eyes,
sitting on the fields of this world,
I still yourn for you,
oh,Elfland's sweet coasts,
desolated in the streams of Universe.
The ways of the heathen,
forevermore carved on the skin of my soul,
like cauldron-borns,
unable to stop the craving in me.
Chirp somnolent melodies,
oh,birds of Rhiannon,
to call the melancholy to fall upon me,
leave me beneath the mount of Caer Arbereth,
once upon a myth...
Post je objavljen 09.02.2006. u 15:52 sati.