to the mortal eye, it is but a bramble covered tree of thorns, but to the eye blessed with the sight it is a home for Faeries to greet dew kissed morns. we know when it was revealed to our sight that this is the dwelling of sharveigh, the wonderful warrior aspect and alter-ego of Dragon Dancer's mind when it begins to play. brightly shines the moon and gaily dance the stars as we play in a wooded wonderland in the heart of the night like children we run from mound to mound until we are stilled by this wonderful sight the umbrella shape of the lovely and regal thorn interwoven with resilient bramble vines surrounding a soft bed of fragrant leaves where sharveigh sleeps the night in safe confines. yes, this a house of magick a place found in all realms this is were I plant the magick acorn, for the tree to bear legend of a love that overwhelms. a tree planted in that 'tween time, neither night nor day, just as the sun peeps o'er Earth's rim with rosy tendrils filling the void as the moon fades and stars dim. Dragon Dancer has fled this human plane and sharveigh now rests in the land beyond the mists, but still I return often to the bramble-covered thorn knowing it is a dwelling that on another plane exists. and many are the night that my happy spirit goes to lay with my love in the house of sharveigh.