Inside the cradle without the sun, On frozen tides he tries to carry on, By a mistake it was all gone Still seeking the twin for the tainted swan, Who glows in all the shades of grey, But he is facing the lightless dawn again Small hours mist, Upon the frozen land, Weariness in the wayfarers eyes, No time to catch his breath He walks alone recalling, The omen of the swan from his dreams, Wading through the gloomy backwoods, By the surging darkened stream New sun once rose behind the fell, Brought her sisters down to the earth, They called the Maiden Saivo, To guide the swan to the furthest shore He knows the signs of the sullen skies, And rhymes to open her sleeping eyes, Just cant let go of his dream and start to live alone
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 06:20:25 +0000
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