Seasons in Elfland: Shadows

Memories of apple blossoms, now the fruit is bright and red; Rose-Red the lips of the mother, a crown of stars around her head. Rose-Red the moon’s daughter, taste the fruit when it’s dark and red; the winged heart of…

Shadows, shadows dance away the fire, from summer green to fallen leaves, oh light the sylvan pyre; for the day is red and ripe upon the branch, leaves of autumn turn to gold, shadows, shadows dance away the fire. For…

In a dark autumn wood, the winding tower stands, surrounded by a gate, the latch within her hands. The blood-red dying leaves, falling at her feet, kneeling at her presence, the muse he bows to greet. So long I have…

When the trees grow bare, in the frost chilled air, and the shadow’s long and cold; kindle the night, with a season’s light, and a melody of old. To dance across a field of snow, the wheel of stars-a-turning; when…

Golden raven’s eye, in the dark of night, on your wings I fly to greet the dawning sun, soar through falling stars; in the core of my heart you’ll spread your wings to envelop my soul, Bridge of many worlds…

From a book of fire, was a world of flame, cast in the name of light. Now, the darkness is returning, like the beauty of a starry night. For our roots reach down through the darkness, into the well of…

Awake from the darkness of the sleeping night, now the hour of dawn is breaking; through ceaseless winds in a land of ice, that hope has never forsaken. Oh shake the ice from these ragged wings, for the hour of…

Melt the ice that holds you, in this season that colds you, may the fire within you, be lit by this hearth. May the days grow longer, as the fire grows stronger; may the waking of spring, be the light…