A sight to be found
By rules unbound
The traveller was warned
On the path may be seen
Places of the rational forlorn
Sounds in harmony melodious sway
The wayfarer from the journey away
Birds and lire
Winds and attuned harp
May ensnare the visitor’s heart
Plants and fruits abundant grow
Vines and bushes tendrils arbours
Ornate the way wherever the gaze doth go
If sweet scent be followed
So is found an undergrowth hollow
By which’s porch does stand
A fair lady a grape in hand
Skin white and pale as snow
Untouched by light Zephyr’s breeze
Against the maple cup
The ripened fruit does squeeze
Invites the wanderer to partake
In the ambrosian delight the garden made
The trickling liquid in the goblet offers sight
That promises the senses delight
If further the curious mind is to progress
A fountain shall upon his gaze press
Within joyful maidens play
Pure in form not a word but laughter say
Brightened hue as they sense the spectator’s eye
They lift off crystalline water never shy
And bid the onlooker approach
That he may join in their amusing game
Equal in ivory skin awaits
The mistress whose statues
Adorn the gates
Blackened hair contrasts
The lady’s exquisite hues
She does neither tempt nor beguile
The stranger to stay but a while
She merely fulfils desires deep
He may admit but in his sleep
For she the matron of all arcane
Is known to all even most plain
In her web is caught
Wilfully he who this plane sought
For she in her hands holds the weave
Of which dreams and nightmares are made
A gift as sharp and deadly as the icy blade
Yet a peril he would not leave
For it is the source of all song
The origin of all verse
The bard and poet thus remain
In the whisperer’s eternal thrall