... a call from yonder

A distant whisper, a call from yonder
Tangled paths through forests dim
The time has come for those who wander
To find their way to a hidden rim

The mantle will open, begone the old spells
The portal will welcome those who have yearned
Anew will be heard the chime of bells
Once rang by those whom never returned

What wonders to seek, what marvels to find
The kindred who vanished have left behind
Over motionless waters that mirror the sky
Dwells the white swan and the dragonfly

Among wild gardens and scented pines
Wooden halls and artful shrines
Domes of light on fleeting islets
Once cherished knowledge and regal arts

Poem by The Warden Hyldbrand