January 03, 2005

A Wish for Fionavar

From this book, comes this song/poem:

Thy table set with rarest wine,
Choice meats, sweet ripened fruit
And candlelight when we dine
In Fiovarre.

On we two the high stars will shine
And the holy moon lend her light.
If not here you will be mine
In Fionvarre.

Posted by Owlish at January 3, 2005 07:07 PM | TrackBack
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