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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.
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.