The forgotten isle,
Which lies beside Time's Gate;
It's a ways past the Hour,
But I promise you aren't late.
Time is a fairy
On the other side of the oar,
Tempting you with magic,
To the forgotten isle shore.
Where it's cold in the Mainland
You'll find warmth with me
At the forgotten isle
On the edge of the sea.
With Time always with you
You have never need
Of a compass or a map;
Here magic is the lead.
Breath is the catch of the day
And imagination is the Wilds
Those at the end of the Hour
Are the angels of the forgotten isle.
Ripe is the day, tomorrow is the prime
Like as not you'll forget, us angels lost to Time.