BIRTH OF THE HALLOWS
BIRTH OF THE HALLOWS As jade spires glint in bows of lace old Tain clips gilt from grey silk plaits. He fans red wings; lakes brim with buds dew sprays the rocks; a rare harp strums roots bear high elves; palms hail their gifts. Tain drapes his light to shield the realm A surge of volts jerks earth... Sign in to see full entry.