One day, alighted upon my fortune There came a weary traveler. She had found a wellspring of tales As seemingly old as time, Yet discovered they were new. "What have I found?" She wondered, as tales abounded Among the language of the Saxon. What were these? Rife with mystical creatures, Yet such was the fortune found That it suddenly appeared To this modern writer's Ancient poesy, That it was discovered And thus enjoyed For as long as time was kept.