Near the edge of the eternal starlight forest eaves
Hidden in the clinging shadows, the lingering one grieves
Awatch this
night he is upon the dancing goblins game
Wary of the wispy fire with the strange eidolon flames.
Lurking in the depths of the
insipid nevergreens
Amongst the leafy tendrils where mortals have not been
A shadowy figure ponders and sends his thoughts out up
above
To try to pierce the branchy tomb and mingle with the dove
The rotting leafy tendrils inside his mind doth grow
Trying
to break into his soul they tangle to and fro
Able to bear no longer he breaks from 'neath a tree
Into the circle of goblins, with
his staff to flee.
The lone one flies amongst them, but his kind they do not know
They flail their spindly limbs and let air a
ringing crow
A nocturnal elder goblin makes a sign with fingers three
And the membranous flailing goblins flap off into the
trees
He turns his face into the sky and screams his questions three
Why have the nightful goblins departed to the
trees?
What are these leafy tendrils that bring me to my knees?
And where oh where by sky and earth have gone the race that gave me
birth?