The Tale of Lorgil Hill
by Jones and Lambert
[Below are pages 6 through 10 of an ongoing tale. For pages 1 through 5, go back!]
Before descending back into dream-time,
the Lorgil sat, to relax and recline.
Lying with soft, downy grass on its back,
the Lorgil saw stars in a sea of black.
The Lorgil lapsed into languorous rest,
satisfied the day was used to its best.
Overtaken by a sweetly calm sleep,
the Lorgil's breath was serene, slow, and deep.
Gently waking into the welcome world,
the Lorgil's foliage cover unfurled.
Dawn-light dew-drops alighting on its face,
the Lorgil stirred in the serenest space.
Daybreak demanded diligent duty,
for copious care conserved the beauty.
Daily labor made a nice place to live —
duly tended, the hill did always give.
Lorgil Hill was a utopian bliss —
the universe lavished its loving kiss
on everything, leaving nothing amiss.
[Page 11 on the way!]