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[gwydion1987]

To Them

Oh beings so old
with powers so bold
my being I mold
from fences so cold.

Come give me your hand
and dance through my land
come answer my chant
I welcome your land.

Ride over the rim
the mists are so thin
dance over my skin
with fingers so thin.

You live just below
I notice your glow
the powers you show
the flutes that you blow.

I welcome you here
with chalice and spear
I know you are near
the music you stir.