Ulfsark-Nuhuinenna

You're the star of all creation, the one of this day of mine bright, the one of fine deviation straight, and straight into the light, for you're the star of all creation, the one and only I covet, for you're my one salvation, the one I need and love it. Creation Star, I wish upon you to grant me this wish of mine, to grant me wishes true and grant them all just fine. Wish, wish upon a star, wish for a wish come true, wish for them near and far, wish for them, and us too.

I'll be any of the Round Table if you let me take you mine, as in a tale of old, fine fable of Camelot, where fairies shine. I'll be Sir Gawaine, the strong, if you're to be my Bertilak, the fair, and if we're to do wrong, let it be no matter where. I'll be Sir Tristan, truly, if you're to be my Iseult wholly, and we'll be one, fully, in places divine and holy. I'll be Sir Gareth, no doubt, if you're to be my Lyonesse indeed; and I'll face armies stout if your caresses do me lead. I'll be Sir Lancelot, the sinner, if you're my Gwynnever, my bane; if so, I'll be the deadly winner of any and all, never in vain. I'll be all and any if so I

Don't take it your way, don't rob me of the sun; don't, for all I say, don't take it whilst I'm gone. But I know, I know you may, and you know it's only one, so don't take him away, don't rob me of my son! You hunt and hunt for prey and you're never done, and we lie on ashes grey and we are overrun. What else till put you stay? What is it to you more than fun? And being left alone, I pray so you don't shoot that horrid gun.

[On that evening, alone by his favoured tree, the young Aurelrikk contemplated his thoughts and said what words came to his mind] The Queen, they all said, the Queen! What for? For whom? Dressed in red, under a red door. It's not a queen I yearn, it's not her status I covet. I'm sure she will learn of my intent and not love it. What will I do then? Will I run away, far away? Would I dig a hole as my den? Would I run from the fray? That won't do, it's not right. Then again, what would be? I'm troubled with insight, will she help me see? Fair Lady, I call upon you, the one I most now desire, Northerner through and through and with hair of