the wherewithall
of forest nymphs
  the beguine /erasmus paper
stoic fortitude
   in dew laden meadow
smite thy branch
   shine upon the arrow
 metallurgy arts lost in
centuries
      below the dark wandering
some were taken
and others freed
       the towers white mystery
an open door
to nowhere seemingly
   cast upon the Raven King
No magick does prevail
and yet the hat remained
  at the circle 
and we drank