My night is spent, sitting in secret study.
A tripod serving as my sole support
From solitude an exiguous flame's emerging
In order to have - what was lost - restored
My wand is held and put between the branches
Both feet and garment's them are moisted
- fear when, through the sleeves, a voice quetly trembles
Splendour divine - and divinations near
1 | How |
2 | Merlin |
3 | May |
4 | Niniane (Lady Of The Lake) |
5 | Mammoth |
6 | Lovely Luna |
7 | They Get To Know Me |
8 | Seagull |
9 | Daphne |
10 | Close To The Fire |