The Return of Ebon LupusA Poem by Susan McCaskillThis is an expansion of the poem "For Himself".
Here he comes, my Elven Lord
Striding through the mist, Head held high, proud and strong The Lord of all the Sidhe. There was a time, not long ago, When things were not as this, When Ebon lived beyond the Vale In cities made for men. Born a Sidhe in times long past, His youth was spent in Elven lands, But then a Portal he did find And the quest for knowledge pulled him through. For many years in many lands To return, in vain he tried. My Magick means and hidden ways, He sought to travel home. Finally, one Hallow's Eve, When the veil between was thin, His lonely cry was heard at last, The Portal brought him home. Now laughter rings throughout the Vale, As Ebon tunes his pipes, Forgotten music heard once more, The Lord of the Sidhe is home.
© 2013 Susan McCaskillAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on September 22, 2013 Last Updated on September 22, 2013 AuthorSusan McCaskillVictoria, British Columbia, CanadaAboutI'm a writer, costume designer, mom, and wife. I love reading, the sea, walks and my three cats. I was an editor for Crooked Cat Books for a little over a year, and have editorial credit in four publi.. more..Writing
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