Floor Cushions (Samhain Dream Thaw 9/15 (Novem ex quindecim) RJSTHw2023

Upon the far green shore, where love does blend,
In Loved 's wisdom, may this message send.
Each word a beacon, a spark of eldritch light,
A tale of hope and honor, to chase the darkest night.
With noble heart, the craft of legend to be,
A Grail's resplendent art, from farthest sea to sea.
Custom gems of beauty, like stars in night's sweep,
Bespoken treasures we shall forge, in dreams to deeply keep.
Like the mightiest wizard's staff, defects we dispel,
In every item's tale, the power of craft, we tell.
In the forging fire's blaze, each jewel anew,
As Loved's own return, let this message be true.
Swift as an eagle's wing, we send gifts to your hand,
The spiraling coil, symbol of hope, across the land.
In the spirit of Print On Demand, to protect the realms we roam,
With eco-friendly hands, we'll build a better home.
In this magical realm, together we shall dwell,
Unique, enchanting designs, their stories we shall tell.
With the Grail Night's valor, and the Smith's expertise,
Together we journey, crafting dreams with ease.
The journey, seamless, as across the fields we tread,
From Earth’s serenity, as the Silvan Sward, where dreams are spread.
In tales of old and new, in words, songs, and deeds,
With the fellowship of hearts, all wounds shall heal.
As the shadow retreats, with the dawn's first kiss,
May we keep the hope alive, and never miss,
The Grail Smith's allure, a treasure, a balm,
A beacon of honor and love, in Loved’s calm.
Beyond the realms of woman or man, we transcend,
In unity we forge, in honor and love, we'll mend.
May this message, like the magic word, endure,
A token of hope and grace, steadfast and pure.
~Scribe of the Mystic Quill