“Ere upon ages and eras of old,
aye, upon these grey steel cliffs,
these roving meadows of violet bloom
and the scent of the towerpine borders,
these waning isles of lore and leisure,
these isles of the Ro’Edyne,
nearer to the stars than I.”
“Ere upon ages and eras of old,
aye, upon these grey steel cliffs,
these roving meadows of violet bloom
and the scent of the towerpine borders,
these waning isles of lore and leisure,
these isles of the Ro’Edyne,
nearer to the stars than I.”
