The Old House On the Hill Chapter III: the Ring of Edward Waldon - Dragonland

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I raise up my head and gaze upon silvery seashore Swith the sand on my feet and with the sun on my back For days the coast leads my journey shining in the misty

A quest subterrene I pass through the unseen Deep where the rivers fall Where mountain dwellers lure Further I crawl To find the dwergar hallsdoubts in these va

Midwood in autumn moon Dawning upon silver dewshimmering like fireflies And golden leaves from up highstriding up to me The lady of goldenwoodin shrouds of pear

A pale sun risesthe crowds are gatherednow red streams flow through the streets Upon the pyre Enchanted beautyher eyes upon me Witch WraithLight up the fireAnd

With the dawning claritya calm and vast serenity I seeinto this pale infinity I'm drifting Spirit of the seastreams reached down to mevisions in the dreamspared

Facing the northwinds On high ground we stand In the air a thousand banners Flying the honour Of peoples joined in bitter strife Darkened green for the wood-elv