wyrd

When the wanting beckon of the corvid
rings along a yielding breath of air,
twining through wyrden sentinels
who, vigilant in a manner most astute,
refrain the unique call in sombre silence,
it is not joy of which I partake,
nor a flighty sense of hope,
nor a capricious sentiment of happiness
despite the character of this note,
so familiar to my native home.

Nay, it is a flowering sense of serenity --
of shadowed tranquillity in
knowing most intimately this wanting cry,
echoed in the percussion of the ancient Drums
and the tacit thrum of wyrden sovereignty

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Flora of the Glomdoring

by

Arkzrael

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CONTENTS

Introducton..................................3
Part One: Trees
Master Ravenwood........................4