Dragon's ear and druid's spear
Protects you while the *Dworns are here
The winds of wrath chill cold the cloth
That drapes her shape from fangs of fear.
I love you my love
Please take this heart which I bear
O heal my sorrow
Weareth my arms like a charm
Through the dales of your doom.
Our lives are mearly trees of possibilities.
(*Dworn-Machinery of war,
a bronze frame with wheels of white ivory
and the horns of a gazelle for steering,
so sayeth Agadinmar.)