Cymbril
A Halcyon Fey in days of old,
Her blue eyes streaked with brownish gold--
A Star Shard came to her as heir;
Enchanted pin gleamed in her hair.
Though slave she was in rolling town,
Her golden hair gleamed like a crown,
And when she sang the land awoke;
The Sidhe were fair-voicéd folk.
Her path crossed with an elfish lad--
Their friendship best of all she had.
She saved his life from dreaded beast
In Weepwallow where harpies feast
On victims’ blood; he would not run,
Escape, to his lands full of sun
And leave her there, and gradually
They neared the door to liberty
Where lay their dreams. Then one fair day
They seemed to vanish clear away,
And now, ’tis said, the stars they see
From Gorhyv Glyn, forever free.