‘Twas in thy yonder day of youth
When thee were the land of rising sun
A strange place, entwined with twisting truth
As if thee were planned
When the world had become.
And in that land of song and lore
The fates of many forth were met
And so thee were, as many saw
When the elven heart of the land
Saw at it centre that ring of power set.
But what are thee now, O elven home?
The Dreamflower thee art called
For thee art just a faded place,
So fade away now, O elven home