Written and performed by my bard during our D&D Fifth Edition Session.
If you listen to the chiming laugh of a brook in the wood, and follow where the Moon-drake winds, you will find a cavern, and an ancient bridge, with a rock visited by many kinds. Elves and Minotaurs, Satyrs and Beastmen, and all manner of other fey, they’ve come, like you, to the shimmering disc above, where her calm waters hold sway. There, she comes to you, smooth and cool, from an offering dropped into her pool. Silver given to a silvery sheen, the Faerie comes with intention keen, her magic strong enough to let her glean your wishes that are yet to be seen. She’s like a Nereid, a Nymph, a watery Queen, the finest that you’ve ever seen. Beautiful lady, ending with a tail, to this vision, this humble bard sings this modest hail. Her silken hair from her head crests out in waves, like the glimmering veins of the world hidden in secret caves. Rocks crumble, fires die, and winds move on, but water, Terra-life’s blood moving, is never gone. If you are wise, and your manners are fine, with silver presented she may grant you a blessing undine. For with her touch, an axe might shine, a staff made clear of evil’s brine, a hallowed bow’s soul no longer confined, each item freed from age or taint or temporal decline. Yet above all, if you believe only one word of mine, the Faerie holds the guidance of the watery line. She offers a map under temples long grass, sunken cities that mortals can no longer pass, traveling down roots where no stories tell, or to a place of lost souls through an ancient well where hope, thought long gone, may still yet dwell. Such are the mysteries you might find, where rock and waters play, if you pay homage to the underlake of night and day, for silver to a silvered tongue is yet the best way, to court the favour of the Good Queen, Nautilae.
(c) Matthew Kirshenblatt, 2019.