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.)