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Rhyme of the Moonfolk

Child of night
That is your day.
Not for you, skin white,
The sun-bird’s sweet lays.

Not yours, bright eyes,
The light of Sol.
Shun his freeze; welcome
The warmth of Luna whole.

Sir Ascamore and the Dragon of the North

There was a knight, in days of yore
By name of brave Sir Ascamore.
A wizard’s charge began his quest
To seek, and lay the corpse to rest:
Of the Dragon of the North!

Long years he searched the wide world ‘round
But no trace of the beast was found
Until at last he reached a vale
Where townsfolk still could tell the tale
Of the Dragon of the North.

They told Sir Ascamore of where
He had to go to find its lair.
And so he rode into the hills
Where lay the bones of all the kills
Of the Dragon of the North.

Brave Ascamore was not afraid
Of lonely bone or ghastly shade.
The sun was low, the moon was high
When his dread foe came into sight.
'Twas the Dragon of the North!

Sir Ascamore drew out his sword
And faced the creature so abhorred.
But while he dodged its jagged claws
The knight was caught between the jaws
Of the Dragon of the North.

And so it ends; there are no more
Great tales told of Sir Ascamore.
And lining still its grisly cave
With bone of knight and bone of knave
Is the Dragon of the North.

The Quickwater Falls

Crashing, roaring, it goes.
The force of storms caught
Between eroding walls of rock.
A canyon, a cage,
Leading to freedom when it
Rages over the lip of the world
And down, full of rainbows
And white, cascading.
Its rising spray dampens our faces
Like inverted rain. Beauty
And danger, inseparable. We stare,
Although we do not know it is
Because we long to fall with it.

Frozen Morning

Fickle Spring slept in this morning.
And the banished Winter crept
Again across the borders of
The lands of Spring while their Queen slept.

Luna, mute, no word could utter.
Sol, alerted, cried a warning.
And the Spring, arising, spread
Her magic o'er the frozen morning.

Shallows

Sun-warmed, water-chilled
I stand, in the shallows
Of the lake. Or am I
In the shallows of the sun?

Trinketeers' Call

We are the jolly Trinketeers!
In our wares you need not fear.
Zinc and copper, iron, brass,
And silver, gold, wood, crystal, glass!

Rely on us for all your needs:
Dishes, vases, combs, or beads!
Stop and see what we have here!
We are the jolly Trinketeers!

Each single item that that we sell--
Lovely baubles, ringing bells--
Came to us quite legally.
(Of that we truly guarantee!)

Many thanks! We hope that you
Enjoyed our little witty tune!

Twined

Two minds, together,
Two halves in each.
We cannot always tell
Which thought began in which.

Two souls, together,
Two souls in two.
There’s half of you in me
And half of me in you.

Your heart, not for me,
Nor for you mine.
Or else we could not bear
To part when it is time.

About Face

I only know my mirror image;
A mask is what you see.
If no-one has seen my true face,
Does anybody know me?

Away on the Hill

Away on the hill
The lights sparkle like stars,

As if man has pulled
The sky down to the ground,

Or lifted the land
Up into the heavens.