I wish for sanctuary; for shelter from the storm.

I wish to sit by firelight; to be content and warm.

I wish to wander in the moonlight; to feel my ancestral blood.

I wish not to fear the shadows, or the elven magic of the wood.

Words Copyright © 1978 J.L. Hunter

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