The Gathering of all...
Here to entwine with all of the elvendoms secrets, to one day head skywards through White Willows and the beauty of Pagan Purity.. In order to enrich the Winters Wake, of the Trows kind as they present the march of fools to rouse their dreams among many neverending nights, passing the Swallowtail legends, even the wanderer...To oneday hopefully reaching the end of this disillusions reel, to board the Devil's Carriage and dance on the morning dew to wake up to a regality dance upon the seasonspeech of the old elvenkings tongue, which bring about green power light flowing down your eyes, like water from the falls...as the black horizons once seen now turn to white as we pass by, to respect the gathering and its dweller of rhymes...
