Ashevn Tells the Story of Amoniel to Krethul
Twas under-leaf I tread alone,
No voice but mine own did I know.
Through shadowed wood I walked in thought
I knew my heart grew longing.
But came upon a glade, I did
Beholding there a water’s edge.
And on the surface, there she sat
A pale beauty resting alone.
I called out then to learn her name,
But lo, she took to sky and fled.
I knew I’d not see her again,
But there I saw a gift laying.
A feather left behind for thee,
A gift from goddess; my heart swelled!
Thus, I waited for her to come -
I knew she’d come and seeketh me.
For twice a moon I watched the sky,
I wondered when she’d soar to thee.
But on a night when most in doubt
I saw her silver glistening!
A beauty from within the wood
Her gaze, a fire that melt my heart,
She smiled and she said to me:
Love thee I do, eternally.
I looked upon her flowing hair,
Her soft pale face, that of moonlight,
In her smile I saw the stars,
And thus mineself began to sing: