Dragon's Ear

Dragon's ear and druid's spear

Protects you while the *Dworns are here

The winds of wrath chill cold the cloth

That drapes her shape from fangs of fear



I love you my love

Please taketh this heart which I bear

O heal my sorrow

Weareth my arms like a charm

Through the dales of your doom



Our lives are merely trees of possibilities.



(*Dworn-Machinery of war, a bronze frame with wheels

of white ivory and the horns of a gazelle for steering,

so sayeth Agadinmar.)