AN ELFIN BLESSING
As gilt runes wink in sylph tree woods King Meda bows rapt and prays for grace. Dead skies flash rose; fauns tune pearl harps nine holy steeds bear elves born of light. A cyan orb spins; it rains fair stars that cloak pure Meda in high elf powers. deep mystic words guide his soul to cross the arc of... Sign in to see full entry.