This one arrived upon the wings of a dream...
'Enarellen'
At the sight of Death should I be afraid
At the root of the Mandrake world
Where forbidden flowers gently wave and beckon
Should I enter within and not return?
On the desert road of Hanasis shall I gather
the Relar, yellow and pale, from the
Gardens of the Watching Wizard
Who sits frowning at charts of stars
In patterns far beyond mortal ken,
Should I follow my dream and seeing
The beacon scatter diamondspray in the
Haunting stillness of an alien sky
Deep the blue, and twilight the hour
Whereupon the dawn I shall take
The winding paths with the grim caravan traders
Who endure silently the golden seduction
Of a magical sun--shining brightly
Oh so brightly, on the morn of our parting
A far and distant journey to where the
Traitor's hand lies, cursed by obliquity,
With cruel foresight shall I wander
Through the carousel rainshadow
To where the phosphorescent waters twirl endlessly
In eddying pools of heaven stolen quicksilver
To finally following that fair, tortuous coastline
On the other side of memory amid obsidian images
Where sable seabirds call and fly
Above crashing breakers where the light fades
Into a delicate peach,
O there shall I dwindle within yearning sight
Of the lost city of Enarellen,
More deadly than a single tear,
Where my soul aches to go
Where my foot fears to tread
With what my heart dares to know...
'Enarellen'
At the sight of Death should I be afraid
At the root of the Mandrake world
Where forbidden flowers gently wave and beckon
Should I enter within and not return?
On the desert road of Hanasis shall I gather
the Relar, yellow and pale, from the
Gardens of the Watching Wizard
Who sits frowning at charts of stars
In patterns far beyond mortal ken,
Should I follow my dream and seeing
The beacon scatter diamondspray in the
Haunting stillness of an alien sky
Deep the blue, and twilight the hour
Whereupon the dawn I shall take
The winding paths with the grim caravan traders
Who endure silently the golden seduction
Of a magical sun--shining brightly
Oh so brightly, on the morn of our parting
A far and distant journey to where the
Traitor's hand lies, cursed by obliquity,
With cruel foresight shall I wander
Through the carousel rainshadow
To where the phosphorescent waters twirl endlessly
In eddying pools of heaven stolen quicksilver
To finally following that fair, tortuous coastline
On the other side of memory amid obsidian images
Where sable seabirds call and fly
Above crashing breakers where the light fades
Into a delicate peach,
O there shall I dwindle within yearning sight
Of the lost city of Enarellen,
More deadly than a single tear,
Where my soul aches to go
Where my foot fears to tread
With what my heart dares to know...
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