The water of the moors
Is a dragon's land
It is meant for
The grey cloaked wizard Heron
and the white cloaked wizard Egret
These are the druids who commune with
the Nature Gods
Stare into black pools
Read in the brown tea leaved peat water
The signs of things to come
They know when to fly
And when to stand still
To catch the darting fish
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