The tale of the exodus of the other-folk from the Earth as told by a hidden onlooker. |
A melancholy sky mourning midnight blue Looms above wooded paths I must pass through The full Moon’s nowhere in sight Upon this eve bereft of light A phantasmal sight upon midnight’s shore As the Astral realm opens its door The Elf host rides out to feast Cold winds crawl forth from the east And the bard now strikes the strings of his lyre Seven witch queens dance ‘round the fire I, from behind this oak tree wish to join what I see This gathering of other-folk nobility And the night sets in! Owls screaming their choir Warriors proud gather ‘round the fire For their exodus will soon begin... As the night sets in! Proud hands pass the pipe lit ‘Round the circle, where dwarf masters sit This most joyous celebration Hearts filled with mirth and elation A new kingdom lies far to the west There, away from sorrow, they’ll rest A gathering of every witch, dwarf, and fay All have come to hear what the wise ones say Fore ere morning all would sail away And the night sets in! Owls screaming their choir Warriors proud gather ‘round the fire For their exodus will soon begin... As the night sets in! For strife and greed bind mankind now They’re harnessed by others, led about like the cow No Elf or dwarf will remain after this eve For all to long have yearned to leave Yet one day to our side they will come again But for now the gods of old leave this land to men And as they left Morrigan took me by the hand Here upon their last ship I now stand Sailing off for some new land... |