1. From Rhiwiel
I'm Rhiwiel. A sparklet. Tinkle of ice.
A ring on a bottom of a frozen glass,
Held by the hand that has pointed once
To men of Earth the road to Paradise.
The door to summer is a dusty pane,
And warmth of streets, that full of bustle and laugh.
For you a sign of road I did draft.
Then go! Your flaxen map is white and plain,
All overdrawn with a net of traits
Invisible; all sewn with silver threads.
A chilly sermon of the blooming tales.
So let the whiteness be the pledge that lasts
So that the gold will never turn to ashes
Another worlds' clear and frosty breath.
A ring on a bottom of a frozen glass,
Held by the hand that has pointed once
To men of Earth the road to Paradise.
The door to summer is a dusty pane,
And warmth of streets, that full of bustle and laugh.
For you a sign of road I did draft.
Then go! Your flaxen map is white and plain,
All overdrawn with a net of traits
Invisible; all sewn with silver threads.
A chilly sermon of the blooming tales.
So let the whiteness be the pledge that lasts
So that the gold will never turn to ashes
Another worlds' clear and frosty breath.
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