Dragonland Lady Of Goldenwood
["The eldest sages of our kin say that the seeds of
Val'inthor were stars that came to fall even before the
birth of the sun. For one who has gazed upon the
majesty of the Elder Tree, who have heard the playful
laughter of our kin sounding through the open sylvan
glades or seen the ivory robes that my daughter bears
within these lands, such myth may readily seem as
truth. For although Duviel, my beloved daughter
joyfully wore the studded leather garments of elven
scouts she was the queen of our kind"]
Midwood in autumn moon
Dawning upon silver dew
shimmering like fireflies
and golden leaves from up high
striding up to me
The lady of goldenwood
in shrouds of pearls and palest white
though she bears the mark of the wilds
She is the queen of her kind
["Among the highest branches, above the temple alcoves
my youngest daughter, the elven princess Sariel, often
sat and sang hymns and ballads of olden lore and was
little concerned with the heavy burden bestowed upon
her family. Her favourite song was that of the magical
ivory flutes of Niaranden, the Naiden children - the
elfkind"]
Sung by flutes of ivory
notes soar round the elder tree
stairs ascending to far up high
where golden leaves kiss the sky
The lady of goldenwood
in shrouds of pearls and palest white
though she bears the mark of the wilds
She is the queen of her kind
