MORNING FALL
With the first light of dawn, In the distance, lookouts spy, Shapes various and strange, Begin to appear out of the mists, Across the water, vision uncertain, Mountains, castles, or simply clouds, Any and all they could be, or more, For voyage far I have, stars my guide, Storms and battles have measured me, Strained and tattered, yet on I sail, Now to a new land come I, How shall things lie, welcome or war, Tired am I, ready for a harmony, Warmth and love, a bit of ale and beef, The simple... Sign in to see full entry.