T._Clifford

On tall Olympus’ shoulders
When Selene shows not her face
In sheltered glades unknown to men
Still dwell the Eldar race

These spirits of the past endure
But rarely do appear
Their quiet voices whisper
Where mortal ears can’t hear

They do not wish their presence known
To humans such as we
They only venture forth in dark
When mortal eyes can’t see

In Hellas’ quiet places
These creatures very shy
Abide in unseen valleys
Ere Helios lights the sky

Faint echoes of the pipes of Pan
Yet linger in a dale
Nymphs and dryads gambol there
Within the starlit vale

Dionysus revels yet
In his most secret glen
Satyrs still attend him there
Beyond the view of men

Shadows move within the dark
Where Centaurs make their way
Wise Chiron stalks the forest
And shuns the light of day

A murmer on the wind reveals
Swift Artemis there still
With arrow drawn she leads the hunt
O’er sunless field and hill

The Furies in their secret lair
Do not accept their doom
They linger on with dark intent
Their torments to resume

Three Muses in a grotto deep
Will conjure forth a spell
Wisdom springs eternal
From the bottom of their well

Gaea, mother of them all
Abides within the Earth
This world is her dominion
To all she’s given birth

These denizens of ancient times
Have a price they all must pay
Their fate it is to fade again
When Eos brings the day

But yet they do not cease to be
Still they linger on
Unseen by mortal men who stir
When after comes the dawn

Last edited by T. Clifford on November 29, 2012, 4:08 pm