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Midwood in autumn moon

Dawning upon silver dew

shimmering like fireflies

and golden leaves from up high

striding up to me

The lady of goldenwood

in shrouds of pearls and palest white

though she bears the mark of the wilds

She is the queen of her kind

["Among the highest branches, above the temple alcoves my youngest daughter, the elven princess Sariel, often sat and sang hymns and ballads of olden lore and was little concerned with the heavy burden bestowed upon her family. Her favourite song was that of the magical ivory flutes of Niaranden, the Naiden children - the elfkind"]

Sung by flutes of ivory

notes soar round the elder tree

stairs ascending to far up high

where golden leaves kiss the sky

The lady of goldenwood

in shrouds of pearls and palest white

though she bears the mark of the wilds

She is the queen of her kind