The Needle Upon the Tapestry

In lands beyond the seas of Thyne
In the Hallowed Halls of Lord Syrine
A hangs upon the Walls of Baoed
The Needle Upon the Tapestry is enthroned

Its mantle be the Eyes of Clear
Its threshold be the Tongue of Lear
Its basin be the Ears of Crean
Its pedine be the Hands of Leijan

Upon the Tapestry is told
Stories of magic, of days of Olde
And so upon the woven cloth
The souls of elders is spun with wroth

Now once a maiden tall and fair
Sought the weddled Abe of Daer
And beseeched he grant sine boone
A keep her charge, her child baer soothe

The Abe he saw and took his folly
'All is fair, be that man be jolly'
But lo, he did but cast away
The maiden and her child to bay

And so the maiden tall and fair
Took her child to Schflienden's Craer
And to the Castle of Belaemor
To bring her up by the sapphire shore

And hoped that love would suit her fancy
And hoped that peace would be her delancy
And so it was with such conviction
The maiden left her home with erudition

She left, and stole away
'Gone, be gone, by break of day'
'Never again to see this mortal home'
'But dwell in the Hall of the Gods, our fair to roam'

And so she left the maiden and child
Never again to see the beguiled
And the city was filled with despair
As was the tale with filled with sadness and flare

The Tapestry woven by that maiden's hands
Was all she left when she departed this poor land
And as the years go by, the more this land begun to wither and die
For when she left, she took the soul
Of the land, the people, the animals, all
And stole away, lonely and abused
Never again to return to us

This is the end of the Needle Upon the Tapestry