Lirael Poem
WARNING: random poem to no one in particular
When spiderwebs did dewdrops don
And the darkest hours of night were gone
While land was painted celadon
Morning rose to shattered dawn
Carried through the paths of time
To rest in nests of down sublime
Wind bells in gardens softly chime
Smelling of lemon-balm and time
A painter blue did the heavens he dye
In which angels of white did sigh
Hope lay in torrid wait to fly
Till dawn's light then darkness die...