Faerie
Trapped within its sheltered bower, Deep within the twilight hour, Restless dreaming comes to one, Of the realm of Oberon. Ebon dark the sodden womb, Likened feeling of a tomb, Linger he must till the moon, Cycles nine on heavens loom. If in Faerie's realm he be, Knows he that he would be free, To... Sign in to see full entry.