Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
Elbereth,the Evening Star, the Star Queen, spoken of in legends for hundreds of years. And yet still a creation of the Lord Almighty.
Twightlight falls without a sound Dark, yet light Day, yet night
The sea is wide and blue as a summer sky As tempest blows afresh The wind! Oh wind, blows high!
With weariness of heart I cast my gaze, Soul grieved at all the want around me see;
The last thoughts of a man before he leaps for the precipice of earth into eternity. The question is, where?
Whither springs the dawn? Whither comes the day? Whither creeps the dusk? Whither flies the night? Whiter rests the earth?
The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.
A dewdrop sparkles in the grass Jeweled lady clothed in light Sent from heaven to capture sight A diamond washed in liquid glass
