Follow me through the wildwood,
To the home I know most of all.
Small ones, pointy eared.
Furry ones, inspire fear.
Gentle folk, these creatures be.
Living in forest, peacefully.

Flagons of drink, travel down the table.
Bards of lore, sing of Elven fable.
Back down to the home, I used to know.
Where animals rest, and winds flow.
The Wild One, and Copper King,
Looking over this majestic scene.

Celebrations and festivals here begin!
Drinks! Dance! Cheer! Again, and again.
The Sun smiles, and stars dance,
A weird Elf named Rasca, you'll see prance.
Wolves stand on two legs here,
Seen grinning from ear to ear.

Forests under the Lady's eye.
Blossoms under the Lady's smile.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Tenebrae, in the year 427 AD.