TO THE DREAM
Come human child and human man,
follow the song, take my hand.
Come maiden, mother and wise old crone,
the path is long, no one shall go alone.
Come lithe elf and Brownie small.
Come mining dwarf, come join us all.
Come halfling short and halfling stout
none stay behind, none stay about.
From Mithral Mountains, rock
From dwarven hearth and dwarven home.
From Zeiphyrian forests, allia scent,
from elven huts and elven tents.
From Elenveran, the hobbit land,
from every hole, from every clan.
From Akdor's open, windswept plains
from each and every Brownie domain.
Our voices join, our hearts unite,
as we sing of Caelereth's fabulous sights.
Of the Crystal Bridge that glows
the cloewen tree with its
snow white bark.
The mithral wolf as it howls at the moon,
of the Ephirn Lake, bathed
in lights of noon.
Of the Nyermersys pillar,
the sign of pest,
The Ráhaz-Dáth desert, by sun caressed.
The song paying homage to women and men,
To Artimidor Sage and the song filled Wren.
To Xarl Bluestride and cheerful Judith Bard,
To Dalá the dreameress, and Drogo "die hard".
To Lamertu K'thaen
and Gararion wind mage,
To Silfer magic master and Talia shendar maid.
To so many names, still among us. Some
remembered are they always, never forgot.
So lets lift our goblet, mug and glass,
celebrate all, both man and lass.
Let leithe, artwine,
the r'unorian brandy flow,
break out the fiddle, the flute and the banjo.
Lets hear the many bards sing songs of chance
and if we drink enough, we'll see our dear sage dance.
We'll all worry about the hangover another day,
because the fifth year of Santharia we celebrate today!