(03/11/1945) Eld

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