The fires of forgotten tales
Sail flickering
‘Cross distant shores
of Time’s long-agos.
The winds of memory
Reflect the firelight upon
My face and deep within
The Music stirs of
Long-forgotten warriors’ tales
The winds of long-stilled
Norther gales no longer
Blow across my face nor stir
The flames of
Embers burned.
Their cold ash remains
Mere wisps upon the sand.
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