po-em!

[arethinn]

I posted this bit of poesy as part of a filtered post yesterday, but I think I like it enough that I'll fling it to the collective wolves out there.

I am a creature of grace and skill;
Like the Crown-Stone of The One That Fell
Is my shining; I oft did dwell Underhill,
And Voice of the Waters was I as well.

In the secret and wild places of green
May you find me; also where, cities now grown,
I mingle among the growers, unseen,
Working old magic that comes from the bone.