Dragon's ear and druid's spear  
Protects you while the *Dworns are here  
The winds of wrath chill cold the cloth  
That drapes her shape from fangs of fear.  
I love you my love  
Please take this heart which I bear  
O heal my sorrow  
Weareth my arms like a charm  
Through the dales of your doom.  
Our lives are mearly trees of possibilities.

(*Dworn-Machinery of war,
a bronze frame with wheels of white ivory   
and the horns of a gazelle for steering,
 - so sayeth Agadinmar.)