Mardas

Hidden deep in forests dark gloom, Will you find a special, secret room, Walls of trees, overhead branches loom, Like some strange Hall or wooden tomb! In the center stands great blaze, Into the air, the flames do raise, Painting all with deep bronze glaze, Lighting all in these dark days! Laid on tables, oh so wide, Feast of fruits down each side, Forest dwellers with hooded eyes, At this feast are all now spied! Beyond feasting tables lies a large throne, Made from wood and bone and stone, Over all of it the Ivy has now grown, On top of it the snow now hath blown! Sat in Throne looking so very fine, With eyes so brown that