View from Moonrise Tower
Ere the night darkens below,
A trefoil of promise averted.
Southward, the sun sets obscured.
Oft prow’d ambitions falter.
Harken, the ol’ ward a’wandrin’
Is invitation of wariness born
Unto aimless and wayward a fond’rer
To ne’er a solar be wicked.
To gnomess Tunomé so darely
To half-elven maiden A’rdred
In Orcish Hainokres ‘Onakri
But only to her is it Séd.
The curse, would I wander upon’t
Strain t’ Gargoyle New.
Nae, less’n laddy’s a-wheatin’
Ae canna wa’elsa mate y’.
But stayeder and stayeder see me.
And weckle to may feckle may
Shae shinin’ they’ll at but so dearly
an’ leman be twestin’ hem hay.
Til glimmer is glint I may stead.
Tuglimus gloat his maight hed.
Shorn est the Westerwer daring
Shone is the needin’er bret.
Flown is the flicker him sparing.
Farn is the Novener met.
I would fain na’entry,
but fainer ma’ground.
Not frostered doth tree gain an entry
but one of the roots growing round.
The weeping, the moroner she nary
A-whipper the path enot trode,
but lain ana’ware but a’Farey
Is tha’ ware they layabout Gode?
Arresting the scene but an altar
tho’ never on here did eyes see
The cherry is still but a cherry
The stem dear is still stem to me.
The cawkajay, ho’ how she laughing!
The marramow, ho’ how she brae!
The Donno a mayne remaynin’
The ferrow of durin’ aday.
The makener done she a plummeth
Forevner naught, for nigh
Ah but yet did not mistaken
Thy ableybone fer the Sky!
Ha! Thy abley’on withe Sky!