It is told in sagas and songs of old
That strange men dwelled on the world’s high roof
And held strange commerce with gods aloof
When our Earth was young – and before the Cold.
And the stories tell of a fairey gold
That was bartered for garments of elvin woof,
For sequined jewels – but there is no proof –
So who is to know if the truth were told?
The dream worlds touch on those years of our eld
And hearty dreamers may voyage at will —
Through lands the waking have never beheld
They storm with their thunder winged steeds uphill
Up valley and mountain and icy ledge
Spearheading the sky-winds – over the Edge.
Grady L. McMurtry
Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, November 1988