I brought her to the water by the moon,
To share with her, the shade beside the sea,
I gave to her my eyes, that she might see,
and sang to her the most afflicted tune.
I prayed of her what she might ever do,
When faced with all the mightiest would fear,
She whispered, through a solitary tear,
A crystal verse to stay her last adieu.
_When fires of gold have shed their morning light,
When embers fade and only ash remains,
When enemies of old are at the gates,
Do not embrace the darkness of that night,
Or think upon those ashes with disdain,
For all that might remain will share our fate._
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
I brought her to the water by the moon,
To share with her, the shade beside the sea,
I gave to her my eyes, that she might see,
and sang to her the most afflicted tune.
I prayed of her what she might ever do,
When faced with all the mightiest would fear,
She whispered, through a solitary tear,
A crystal verse to stay her last adieu.
_When fires of gold have shed their morning light,
When embers fade and only ash remains,
When enemies of old are at the gates,
Do not embrace the darkness of that night,
Or think upon those ashes with disdain,
For all that might remain will share our fate._
practice makes perfect
