Written here is a poem concerning the experiences of Aduialant as she travels on her own throughout Eryn Galen. As a scout, she brings back word of what she has seen to her King.
I wander alone in the morn of the wood,
with the rain falling,
and the clouds parting,
and the dew sparkling,
and the seedlings growing,
while I gaily alight to the branches up high
I wander alone at the edge of the wood,
With the grasses sighing,
and the river singing,
and the lake men working,
and the sunset smiling,
while secret, unseen, and thoughtful I stay
I wander alone in the night of the wood,
With the mist swirling,
and the wind sighing,
and the birds crying,
and the stars shining,
while my feet fall silent upon the ground
I wander alone in the south of the wood,
with the darkness creeping,
and the shadows deepening,
and the thorns biting,
and the poison seeping,
while my spirit flees from a nameless dread
I wander alone in the heart of the wood,
with the trees quaking,
and the leaves trembling,
and the flowers fading,
and the roots tangling,
while the deer look on with light in their eyes
I wander alone in the north of the wood,
with the maidens dancing,
and the elf lords laughing,
and the warriors sparring,
and the minstrels harping,
and my wandering feet have come home
