This Walled City
dressed in light of crystals...

We hold here
by the last league stone...

So let us scry and bring to hallowed bloom
auguries on a tainted wind...

My inward eye remembers days now lost to time
The childhood years...

The time and place I can't remember
Was it June or late September...

A pool within
beckons now...

Was it you I saw
Holding to your heart...

I hold a crown floating
in shadow of dark longing...

And there...
painted on Tapestries of darkness...

There is a Stand of Beech
Stark and skeletal...

High in Towers dark
where Orb and wand weave...

Grey sleek shadow
hard against the snow...