In dells are strewn
beneath the sky
a host of spirits in great supply
They gird themselves with raiment fair
cleft hooves beneath and wings on air
Among that kind are some like trees
You’ll find their roots neath forest eaves
A spell lies thick upon this land
Great pearls of worth adorn the sand
To venture there is purest glee
And all who go cannot but see
from dragon scales
to ashen bows
the seed of myth here firmly grows
ScrutinyInFaith 