Author's Note: This poem is based off of the mythology behind my original story, so it may appear a bit random. It does, however, make sense in context, and it does reveal things about the plot that I have yet to post . . . so if you happen to be reading it and don't want a major part spoiled, don't read this. On the other hand, if you read this and like it, I will be overjoyed. (And it actually rhymes and has meter!)

O Come, O Come, Far Past the Sea

O Come, O Come, far past the sea

The Western Isle, she calls to thee

O Hear, O Hear, the stars of night

Their heav'nly music, clothed in light.

O Wilt thou hear the skies above?

O'er mortal voice which cries his love?

With elven tongue, quick, they raise

A sweet, unending round of praise.

Far past the sky, above the earth

Now hailing heav'n with songs of mirth

For night and day they sing of him,

The Holy God, who fashioned them.

O Listen, listen to the song

Known of elf, star, an' angel long

And now revealed to sons of men

Who ere that time were deaf from sin.

And now all sing from happy thought

For with great price was man's soul bought

By God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Holy Spirit—One.

O Come—thou come, far past the sea

The Western Isle, she calls to thee

O Hear-thou hear, the stars of night

Their heav'nly music, clothed in light.

Within this land, far deep inside

The Court of Stars doth here abide.

Where man and elf and star above

E'er sing of his unfailing love.