Hang on, stitching together your page...
In the land of Talwythen the magic imbues
all the beasts and the birds and the plants.
You can twist it, crochet, or braid into a queue,
even knit yourself magical pants.
And in Dinod-on-Neidr both magic and money
are a velvety luring seduction
where the patterns of power are sweeter than honey
but they mask a most bitter corruption.
Come along, if you dare, all you footmen and maidens
and admire this tale that I weave.
Once you’re snared in the tangles with which it is laden
you might find that you never can leave.