Small and Tiny In Birstay

All is red in Birstay city of red clay We throw it all day long and sing a merry working song In rhythm with the wheel Once a month merchants come to make trades, on the way to the Kings market square A festive place to be Troubdours, jongleurs and jesters perform for their keep and every desire is traded for in the street There's booths selling hot food and some sell drink flags and pendants fly while children play as Knights and Queens The most beautiful pots come with birstay kiln marks especially the ones I make because I inlay dragon scale in shades of turquoise and jade Birstay won't go where I dare to go to find the best prettiest scales Where dragons shed Near the cliffs of the sea Once in the courtyard The nobles set their worth So commons can't afford Only Kings Queens and lords One day I gave aid to an old friend in need and couldn't leave in time, but was out of all supplies of what pottery buys It was already late in the day with no time to waste I just loaded the wagon and went on my way The moon shines bright and the scenery is plush, but the old road is deep in ruts Rock, shake and bounce slow but steady along with the pots I took Finally I see the campfire of the merchants Will they let me make a trade so I can be home by the first light of day? What is this I hear a low growl like hungry bears I Stop to pull my bow and lifting my lantern high. I turn all around. Nothing is seen but the growl still goes on. I continued cautiously but now the fire looked weird like green and purple from here with no flash nor flicker and up above a line of lamps each as the full moon light circling high above the ground going slowly around Over my head opened a door that revealed a light bright and white as if it were day A plank reached the ground and on it stood a silhouette of a person He was small and grey so then I felt brave but when he reached out to me I fainted Barely awake I blinked my eyes open and I found I was surrounded by people strange and tiny