Inn of the Wandering Dragon

Tapestries encased in Time

Angels have hung their wings and gone to ground

Here to ground in dreaming sleep.

Robes like cocoons hang tattered and gleaming

Wet with tears slowly shed

Ripple in the unmoving wind

Forzen without chill.

Glow-worms emit light in place of stars

While rivers whisper forgotten song

To echo and wind amidst

Memories bound in time and stone.