If ye would catch a Shyling,
Walk ye soft, and speak ye low;
Step ye with a butterfly’s steps,
Whisper ye with the breeze;
If ye would win a Shyling’s heart,
Be prepared: the road is long,
The path lies through unseen woods
And twists through haunted vales;
If ye would love a Shyling,
Brace yeself; it’s scars run deep,
It has known fear, it has known fate,
It has walked in the night of dreams.
If ye would ensnare a Shyling,
And crush it in thy grasp—
Better ye to bite a dragon’s tail,
Or steal a tiger’s claw.
8:36 AM 5/14/08 © Jamie S.