Dragon's ear and druid's spear
   Protects you while the *Dworns are here
   The winds of wrath chill cold the cloth
   That drapes her shape from fangs of fear
  
   I love you my love
   Please taketh this heart which I bear
   O heal my sorrow
   Weareth my arms like a charm
   Through the dales of your doom
  
   Our lives are merely trees of possibilities.
  
   (*Dworn-Machinery of war, a bronze frame with wheels of white ivory
   and the horns of a gazelle for steering, so sayeth Agadinmar.)