Gaze thee deep into this my Druidfire
And see what shades the Old Ones inspire.
For measured to their Bard and Priest
Is great their Wisdom at the least.
And that Lady to my faith does call
Where souls in shadows lumber tall.
Nor can seasoned doubt indeed remain
When my sacred lands you too shall reign.
Take then this my mystic crest
And know trials are but the test
That gives value to any worthy quest
And from them weaves our elven nest.