Tune
Now for the real deal.
Cared not for
the solitude of my own
Bathed by
winds upon a lonely rock
Barges and
longboats alike formed a line
As I dreamt of
mundane moments merely hours ago
Hounds
without malice trotted by
A rocky trail
heated my soles without blood drawn true
Sands awash
caressed my calves
Emerald waves
brought forth laughter's gift
From lads and
fillies to babes and old
My sense
greeted by sights of all
A beat
skipped then in my true red heart
As a Gryphon
hovered with a banner loft
Eagles
screamed with their soaring pride
Forget never our
fathers' pledge
Gone were
they, yet alive and true
Pillars of
old called a legacy
Summed up in
words as a bow of strength
Held in my
hand with arrows true
Whom shall be
the maid years may promise forth
Such a futile
quest I still scoff
For I knew
the horn blared by hardened folks
Leaping forth, I
greeted my comrades old
“Set the
sails and care not a mocker's cold!”
Hence the
answer
“Aye! And
he who sneer greet be he who drown!”
Ballistae
manned by forefathers' pride
As a roar
bellowed to horizons true
A mere name
is Sea Lion's flag
For we know
not another rest
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