| 'Neath the Mists of Avalon |
| The Moonlight frosts the World below, And Bathes it in a Slivery Glow. Fireflies dance & spin alight, To Chase away the gloom of night. So from Wisest Owl, to Spirited Hawk, From Little Wren, to Playful Lark. All the Beasts, the Fox & Bear, With Gentle Deer, and Clever Hare. To the Forrest Lord 'pon his Throne of Oak, With Lupine eyes and Midnight Cloak. Have Gathered here in Field and Glen, To Celebrate the Winter's End. For the Time is Their's but Once a Year, When all is Peace and Tranquil here. From Dusk till Dawn the World is theirs, And Each is Free from Worldly Cares. Let None disturb this Holy Dance, Or Break the Spell of Nature's Enchant. For Come the Sun up in the East, The Magic's done, and Truces Cease. Such is the tale One night in May, When All are One... Least for a Day. |
| All the Relm is Silent... |
| The Book has closed upon Us, and Our stories have all been told. Faires weep Our passage into Legend, As the Stars wink out one by one, The Angels have long since locked the Gate to the Garden, and God has hidden the key. Myth and Magic melt slowly into memory, As Orges and Giants quietly retreat from the land. The Days of Eleves and Dragons is at an End, Thus begins the Age of Man... |
| We Voyage Anew... |
| When Magic has Passed and Dreams are Naught but Smoke, Then Man shall truly be Lost. For He who does not Dream, Does not Live... Mourn this Beast, Man. Shed Tears and Share in His Woe. Say Prayers that He might One Day find His Way and Join Us Once Again. "Til then Our thoughts are with Him, Child of Earth and Mud. We shall keep a place for Him Always at Our Table. He has only but to look... |
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