The ebb and flow of the universe

shifts on a grander scale, away from

the fountains of pure, away from

the sloping hills of lush green;

To the deeper woods of silence

and of wavering shadows that beckon

to unwanted travelers who seek

the last beacon of hope, the lone flame;

It sits upon a pedestal in a hidden cave,

an alcove of lost lore, shivering into

the mossy backing, the dew drops

of silken moonlight, where wolves sing

melodies of ancient words and the footfalls

of the spirits of the forest whisper

amongst the leaves upon the ground;

Darkness gives way to enchanting silver.